Embracing Every Trial as a Call to Allah
(For non medium members, feel free to read this post here)
So, I am notorious for being able to sleep anywhere. And even more so on flights. I’m the type of person that manages to nod off even before the plane takes off. And that day on the flight to India, just like every other time, I did exactly that. The funny thing is, I never usually want to sleep. And I definitely did not want to sleep that day. I had a whole itinerary planned out for myself. I even had my phone on my lap ready for when the flight takes off.
But knowing me, that was a bad idea.
Because I woke up 3 hours later to my husband waking me up to pray Fajr, with no phone on my lap. I knew I should look for my phone, but assuming it would just be somewhere in my seat, I headed to the bathroom and made wudhu. I came back, prayed my Fajr and then casually felt around my seat for my phone.
I couldn’t feel anything.
A small twinge of panic ran through me but I pushed it aside. It’ll be just somewhere on the floor. I jokingly told my husband that I think my phones on the floor. He shoots me a worried look and uses his torch to check the floor. He finds nothing.
