A weekend to forget

I was jolted from my sleep when the alarm rang. I looked at the clock. It showed 3.30am. No wonder my head still felt heavy. Normally it would have been 4.30am but last night I changed it to an hour earlier. The US PGA was showing live on TV. I had wanted to see it. I scrambled out of bed straight to the bathroom to do the necessity. After doing the 'Tahajud' which I have been doing every night since Ramadhan started, I turned on the TV to watch.

Rory Mcllroy was thrashing the rest of the field. At the end of the day, he won by eight strokes. What a great performance by this young man. Even Tiger Woods would have been impressed. I was especially touched when he celebrated by hugging his father in full view of the crowd. That was a beautiful moment. Tiger used to do that as well. Wish I could say the same about me, done my father proud. Just like they did. Now its too late.

I remember when I was studying in England for my degree. In the five long years I was in England, the number of letters I wrote to my parents can be counted in one hand. That in a way is a measure of how much I care for them. They must be longing to hear more from me but how was I to know or care? I was too proud of myself. After all, I won a scholarship to further my studies oversea, haven't I? 

 

It had been a tumultuous few days for me. I had wanted to make the last weekend a memorable one.  Instead it became a weekend to forget. I should have known better. How can it be memorable when forgiveness, love and respect lose out to anger and hatred. If only they were the other way round, I'm sure the weekend would have been beautiful. Just like Mcllroy and his father. Or Tiger and his.

Anyway, as I have always said, life goes on. I have my life to live just as others have theirs. I will continue to try to be the best person in the eyes of God even though I know I am far from it. Things happened for a reason. If it is to make me a better person in the eyes of God, I welcome it with open hands.