I had the scariest dream last night. Although I don't want to remember every single detail about it when I read this post one day, I'll say that it was about death, and how there is no one there to accompany you to the grave and to the next world. The only things you carry with you are your deeds. I honestly thought it was the end for me, until dear husband cuddled me which caused me to wake up. I cried into his chest but no tears came out; only sounds. He said he woke up to my muffled sounds and tried calming me down by holding my hand, but it didn't work, so he cuddled me. I felt so glad to still be alive. I have had a few bad dreams this week and I don't know if it has something to do with pregnancy hormones. Maybe not.

I guess it is a reminder from Allah. Being a parent means carrying a whole lot of responsibilities, and before doing that it's better to prepare ourselves as a good Muslim. I was a very bad person in the past. I am no angel now either, but we're all trying to be better, aren't we?

Apart from that, I watched dear husband play soccer the other day and it felt so good to be out in the field, even though I was only watching and barely even moving. But it felt so good to be out and about, under the sky and surrounded by nature.

More soon,
Sofiya