I had contemplated modern day cures for trauma (alcohol, drugs) to numb the pain. Na'uzubillah! God forbid!
(I did consider anti-depressants - Zoloft, Prozac - or even Valium to put me to sleep, but I was afraid that the after-effect would only worsen my situation).
I instead opted for prayers. May He show me that there is a reason in all this. It reminds me the obedience of prophet Ibrahim in willingly accepting the command of Allah to sacrifice his son Ismail. It was all a test of course, as a little lamb took the place of his son at the final moment - a sacrifice marked to this day by the Muslims in Qurban.
I have never been nearer to Him than now.
Thankfully post-traumatic stress, even though an acute affliction, are fading away fast, as I begin to accept the reality of it all. It is the pleasures of the past that I'm having problem with now. Those moments that I will treasure forever. Photos and other items that remind me of them are all over the house.
Thankfully too I have the love and support of my children and daughters-in-law. They are just God-send.
I have also decided to devote more of my time to looking after my grandchildren.
Little Zaqwan was playing with his toys
when I decided to take him away for a while into the unknown, may be meet my Alien friends
|Away we go!|
We'll be back. Hopefully soon.