Manifestas

Only once she had told me of her experience. It happened when she was in her early 30s. She did not leave her house for almost a month and she had left it dark for as long as she was unwell. She was afraid of meeting people. She heard voices. Voices that told her that those people were bad, mean and evil. While others were scared and ignored her condition, there were kind souls who recited Quranic verses and performed prayers so that she could be well again and that the house would not be inhabited by syaitaan.

I believe her atrociously hard life lead her to be that way. I am lucky that I have some support, if not many, and that medical advances allow me to heal faster. She did not have anyone to turn to and there was no medical help for her recovery. Still, she recovered well and she was saner than most normal people. Most inspiringly, she was emotionally stronger than most.

Today was supposedly her birthday. Since her birthdate wasn’t stated in her I/C, we decided 9th August to be her birthday, in collaboration with National Day. Never did I imagine that was the only cake I would buy for her. She didn’t like the taste, but ate anyhow. For that, and many other things, I love her.

Happy National Day.