He finally decides to buy a wheelchair. His condition gets worse by time. It takes a big deal for him to move.
It’s been months since he couldn’t perform shalat (islamic praying tradition) perfectly. He used the chair for almost every praying time at first. Then, once in a while he prays on his bed. Gathering two praying times at once. The latter become the easier habitual.
I can hear the hard voice when he breaths in and out. Especially after moving from one spot to another. He is so weak and feeble. He no longer hides his vulnerability before me. He accept my hugs and kiss on the cheek weakly, unlike he used to be.
He then decides to use a wheelchair. And the first thing he does that day on it was pretty amazing to me. He asked me to pull his wheelchair facing the Qibla.
02.37 pm, 28th of March 2021
Me. With all the scattered thoughts in mind.