The Last Straw

In the news there was the story of the nurse who died after being beaten by her ex-husband. She never regain consciousness. The young children were made ophaned by their own father. They lost their mother at the hand of their father, brutally. And later when proven guilty, he may face the death sentence. So in the end they lost both parents.

The man who God has entrusted to be their protector, has betrayed that trust and I hope they will not grow up traumatised by the memory of the incident. I hope that they will be cared for and loved by their relatives as to erase the tragic memory.

This morning at sahur, my sister called. At that point she was packing her things. She said she was moving out of the house. Her husband had slapped her in the face and kicked her. She had made a police report and a check-up. She finally decided to get out of the house. The cause was as usual because she was going to open the door for the third son. He had padlocked the house to prevent the son he does not like to enter when the son came home at 12.30 am. According to my sister the son went to terawih near his gandparents house. The father just would not give the benefit of the doubt to the son. My BIL slapped and kicked my sister right in front of the son.

I hope this is the beginning of the end of my sister's suffering. She said she will be going to the Pejabat Ugama today to report again. I really hope that she will be free of him ASAP. What I could not understand is, this is the month of Ramadhan, a holy month where the syaitans are tied to hells' gates. What is in his mind and soul to act in an unhumane manner. Nafsu? Vengence? for what? Obviously his iman is only skin deep. Not felt in his heart and soul.

I thank Allah a zillion times for giving me a jodoh as good as my hubby. He is not perfect but at least he love me in return for my love for him.