My husband went to Lahore again today. He returned late around Asr time and said that we got the tickets, Alhamdulillah!!!
We left for Lahore shortly after Isha time, while Abdullah was sleeping upstairs. I asked Nuni to go upstairs and sleep with him so he wouldn't be alone.
This time we are riding with one of my husband's best friends who lives in Lahore. We are riding in a small truck. Ami and brother Abdur Rahman weren't allowed to come this time because there wasn't any room in the truck. Ami was a bit upset, but then she said, "Allah Dee Sport." This is what they say in Urdu instead of "Fee Aman Allah."
My breathing nearly stops at the thought of leaving Abdullah behind. I left him in the Hands of Allah by saying, "Fee Aman Allah." There aren't ANY better Hands to leave him in, in this world or the next.
Now at the friend's home in Lahore, I am so lonely without Abdullah. I keep wondering what is he doing right now? Is he still sleeping or did he get up crying because we aren't there still sleeping with him? Me, my husband, and Hafsah, are all he has grown up around, we are whom he trusts, we are whom he solely relies on at this very young stage of his life. All these thoughts are bearing down on me. I silently cried myself to sleep.
We stayed the night in my husband's friends home in Lahore. His home is very near the airport. We are leaving for the airport after praying Fajr, Insha-Allah.