H3llo mother...

Prologue

Realization hit me at it's utmost peak. I feel a bit frail. I feel sickened. I feel like I'm in distraught by what I had just experienced. It hit me very much. It made me realise how much of a useless son I am to my own mother. To my own father. To my own family. But most importantly to my own mother.

I pushed aside my blanket in fear, hoping it was not the truth. My heart pumping at a persistent rate but that doesn't stop me from getting up.

I walked towards my phone that was charging. It didn't take me that long to get there though. It took me a couple of seconds, but it took me a bit longer to retrieve it. 

I looked at my phone just to check the time which stated that it was 4am. It shocked me knowing that I slept only a couple of hours. It felt like it was forever. Tedious.

I let out a long sigh. Not a sigh of relief but a sigh that helps me remain calm. It feels like I am in a bleak setting which is quite ironic since my room is dark at the moment. I switched on the light to reveal every piece of pulchritude furniture I had. Not that it looked quite amazing I thought, but hey what can I say I'm grateful.

I had college on a Monday, the phone said that it is the 25th of March today. Looks like it'll just be another lazy Monday for me. Gosh... I hate mondays. Every Monday waking up at 9 o clock just to go and get myself a qualification, that would probably mean nothing to the business world we live in today.

Heh... nowadays all these corrupt businesses just want experience. Not giving a damn about what qualification you got. If you're good at doing something, that's the type of person they'd want to hire.

Anyways, enough of me being side tracked by reality. I had to think about what I can do right now because I was not feeling tired.

So then I looked up Muslim Pro which is a quite useful app to figure out the prayer times and other religious aspects. I looked at the timings for Fajr since that was the only prayer available at the moment. Us Muslims pray five times a day which is  completely vital to us because it's one of the five pillars of Islam.

As soon as I looked at the prayer times for fajr I was discombobulated. The prayer time has mentioned that it was at 5am. Usually the prayer time for Fajr would be at 4 am. To my suspicion I assumed that the timings have changed. An extra hour must've been added which might mean that the days are going quicker.

I put my phone down aside my laptop and deftly went down the stairs to check the clocks, just to see what time it is. I didn't give a damn if anyone else in my family had woken up. I just had to see the time, I was already in a state of confusion after what has happened, so I had to see it for myself.

The clock said 4am which was the same time my phone stated before. I stood there mesmerizing the clock as each of it's handles move slowly.

I decided to go back up the stairs and into my bedroom. I began loitering around my room, waiting for the fajr prayer to start. However, it appeared that time was moving more slowly than I thought and I had to nothing to do.

But oh wait... I know what I could do. Tahajjud. But wait... I don't know how to perform that prayer. I've heard about that prayer many times. It was a way for Muslims to seek out forgiveness to God. It was not one of the five daily prayers that us Muslims pray five times a day, no, no, no. But it was a prayer that was recommended towards Muslims to seek out God's forgiveness.

I felt obliged to perform that prayer today. So I got out my laptop which was near my phone and started to research what tahajjud is. I briefly know what tahajjud is but don't know how to perform it. It stated that I needed to pray 2 rakats every time I pray. It also stated that you can pray tahajjud fully by either 8 or 11 rakats.

As I've fully acknowledged how to perform tahajjud, I place my laptop at the side and decided that I will perform 11 rakats for tahajjud.

So then... I walked out of my bedroom. I head towards my bathroom. I switch on the bathroom light and then... I start my abultion.