Today I got lucky. I didn't get the real dosage. If I did, I would have been quite dizzy right now. Food is very restricted here. We cannot have more than what was given. 1 butter means 1 butter. 1 bread means 1 bread.
To get more food, you have to give your share to the others. But who in the right state of mind would do that. But over here, we operate things in stealth fashion. Some gamble off their share of food over a game of pool. An extra bowl of soup would be the minumum wager. Can't expect to play over some yucky peas or carrots. Eeeww.
Life is not all about gambling. We do risk certain things along the way to learn something. We gamble our heart, commitment and even material wealth for something that we might not know of its outcome. But having faith and belief remove doubts towards our end goals and objectives.
I look at the very hospital bed that I have been sleeping on for the past 2 days. After solat, I visualize myself during my last days in this world. I hope, by then, I have already done enough to make people remember as a good, honest and sincere person.
We do chase after ambitions and our instincts to survive sometimes eludes us from performing our real duties as Muslims. Don't forget our obligations and help as many people while we still can.
jamiel
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