This Ramadhan and Shawal had been most trying for me and I thank Allah for putting me through a mild test of patience. He could surely put me under a heavier strain if He so wishes. Subhanallah.
Ramadhan went on very well until a few days before Aidil Fitri. I caught a cold or flu and though I tried to go to the Madrasah for Tarawih prayers I could not perform the 20+3 raka'at. At times I felt so cold and at times I was perspiring, making me unable to go to the Madrasah at all, nor perform the Tarawih alone at home. I could only manage to perform the solat fardhu without the usual 'wirid'.
Two days before Aidil Fitri with the worst of the flu over, we ( my wife , Norazlin and me) balik kampung for the hariraya. With a great determination to meet the village community I went to the mosque for Isya and Tarawih, knowing that the Tarawih in the mosque consists of 8+3 raka'at only. That was quite manageable since my flu was on the way out though I was still coughing and sneezing. Even during prayers I had to pull a hanky and wipe the drips from my nose ( with 3 movements that are allowed during prayers). I was most happy and thankful to Allah since I could perform all the prayers including the solat Aidulfirti and the Friday prayers in the afternoon.
Then my ghout started to come back with a vengeance. It gripped my ankle such that I could hardly walk without the sharp and shooting pain typical of that nasty ailment. I still braved a few hariraya visits on the second and third day of Aidilfitri, including visits to my dad's and mom's final resting place. It's interesting to recall that when I was in a hurry to visit the tanah wakafs ( dad and mom were buried in different places since mom died first and dad had to be taken back to his original home by his relatives and buried in the community graveyard when he died), I forgot about my throbbing ankle. Though limping and putting my weight on only one leg, I managed to walk the distance from our car to the graves without being aware of the pain in my ankle.
Well it's more than a week after Aidilfitri now and I am still limping around. I could hardly walk to the Madrasah without causing my ankle to throb wildly with pain. I've gone to the clinic but the pain persists. It must be a continuation of the trials and tribulations that Ramadhan brought me and I'm resigned to live through it. It allows me to do a lot of reading and thinking though. And that is certainly a blessing.