Life by the beach

My bandaged thumb!

Observe the fingernail...

Friday, 24th Ramadhan 1431H

I stacked the fragrant Pandan leaves to about an inch high and sliced through it. The sharp thin blade easily cut through the layers and I could smell the fragrance polluting the smallish kitchen. I did this (with some tinge of pride) while observing my cousins and sister struggled to cut the leaves... "hey, let the expert do this," I gestured.

I curled my fingers (as a kitchen expert would when cutting stuff)... but forgetting the thumb. And off course, you can guess what happens next... with the same force i used to cut through the leaves, I accidentally cut into my thumbnail and into the flesh (halfway!).

Blood gushed out and the pain was unbearable. Luckily I did not faint. I suddenly remembered what was in my heart... forgive me for forgetting you, Ya Allah.

26th Ramadhan 1431

Work is work.
And life went on pause goes on.
It doesn't stop just because you got injured... no, it's nothing like that.

And working without a thumb is not so much fun... It is such a challenge.
Praise be to Allah, that have created human.
Our Khaliq.
The Best of creators.