Being the youngest in my family, I was fortunate enough to never need to move houses - ever! Yet, I remember resenting this as I envied friends who were lucky enough to experience making new friends and venturing new places.
Today, I find that life is more vulnerable. We have just moved to our fourth house while being in the UK. It's the second move I've made without my man. Extremely exhausting. Very nerve wrecking. Terribly overwhelming.
The tears that have dropped, the muscles that have ached and the nerves that have gone unsettled - they are all undescribable.
I extend my utmost gratitudes to friends who have made my transfer much easier, Alhamdulillah. To those who helped me pack, lift, transport, unpack, arrange and clean up, you are all precious gems! Isn't this prove that my prayers are answered?
"O my Lord! let my entry be by the Gate of Truth and Honor, and likewise my
exit by the Gate of Truth and Honor; and grant me from Thy Presence an
authority to aid (me)." Surah Isra (17) verse 80.
This move was not planned. It came like a zap of lightning; an offer that could never be turned down. Not only do I get an accommodation extremely close to the university and children's schools, but it is also hundred quids cheaper than what I paid previously. The house may be a tad smaller than the other houses we've lived in but it has a gorgeous garden at the back: suitable for garden parties! It's His rahmah. It's rezq.
Of course, the children initially protested against the move and I understood their feelings. Still, I try to make the children understand how important the move means to me. Hopefully, this Hijrah will bring us barakah and ease our journey through life...
Oh, and my twin boys managed to complete their memorisation of the Yaasin just before the move - Alhamdulillah!!