Things happen for some reason. It may be good, and it might also be bad. Not everything went well as planned. We are only ordinary human being. We can only plan our life, but the path of our life have been determined. It is fated. Allah knows everything best than us. We can only see what our naked eyes allow us to see. Beyond that, it is the power of the Merciful Allah.
Every single mishap that comes into our life, have something in return. Gallons of tears shed can never replace what have already lost. One moment of gloom, might be replaced with everlasting love, glory and happiness.
I'm bluffing if I said I'm not sad at all. I've mentioned earlier that I cannot hold my tears. I cried with swollen eyes. But, I'm trying to build up my strength. I believe in qada' and qadar. I can face the fact that my baby is no longer alive. I know that it is already written in the Loh Mahfuz. But still, I cannot control the sadness. I do have feelings. I'm not blaming the fate. It is just the feelings and emotions.
Anyhow, I'm thankful to be a preggy evethough for 11 weeks only. It was such a wonderful feeling. Though it just last for 11 weeks, it is still my child, my precious little one.
I'm fortunate enough to have a bunch of caring, loving people around me that keep giving me strength and support to be strong and to keep moving, especially my dearest hubby. You lost one valuable thing in life, but you found a hidden treasure, that is the love from others that you would have never expected.