Flight Postponed, lesson learnt?

There may be many things happening these days which are beyond our understanding yet the challenges which comes together may still be overcomed. It is true as the saying goes, what does not kill you makes you stronger, only if we know and are focussed for the longer term goals. 

Discipline is a huge word. In school we were educated with discipline through fear, fear from the discipline teacher who is so far the strictest person in the school. Coming on time, submitting homework, proper conduct during school hours, proper uniform and demeanure. 

Discipline as a parent takes a turn, another lesson altogether. The best lesson on parenting comes from the Prophet Jacob and his 12 sons and from the advice given to me by my farther in law. Wisdom is quiet. It should be experienced to learn the lessons of a lifetime, falling many times but getting up more times than the fall. So as I learn discipline in many ways even now as a full fledged adult, being a parent is just a small part of it while more of the other parts are in my behaviour, speech, thoughts, and action towards the right path and persistence. Persistence and patience.

We were getting ready to catch the flight to New Delhi after 3 years. At the check in counter we presented the passports, OIC cards, vaccination proofs, landing check ins.... then at the last moment the stewardess calmly tells us that the kids 2nd dose is 9 days old. According to the WHO regulations, for children to travel without PCR tests, it needs to be 14 days after the 2nd dose OR to present a negative PCR test result for Covid19. We didn't have either. We were advised to get the PCR done, in my experience a PCR test will always take over an hour no matter how you put it and the flight leaves in 1.5 hours. There we go. So we had to postpone the flight for a couple of days, search for the cheapest PCR test around and then bring the kids for it tomorrow.

Lesson learnt? Thank God no additional costs to change flights but definitely some emotional toll on the girl and her grandmother. Sometimes I think I have lost that feminine emotional touch, after all that has happened, not sure how to get in touch with that feminine emotions. More of a desire to get over these menial things so that I can focus on the larger goals which sometimes does not even have a hint of family there. Dark and perpelexing, sometimes I think it serves a better purpose to supress the emotions and concentrate on more important things.

again... lesson learnt? Yes, next time for any trips or journeys, do double checking instead of relying only on the husband. Always arrive 3 hours at the airport before the flight takes off. Everything happens for a reason. Always say Alhamdulillah. There is a reason for all these.

So we took the cab back from the airport, reaching in time for iftaar. We broke our fast at home with dates, gajar ka halwa, eggs and bread, some nuggets, chocolate cake and lemonade. Tomorrow is another day, these last days of Ramadan is indeed a test for my dear husband. May Allah keep us all striving towards the truth and straight path of Islam. 

Am I tested?... being a woman, it is always important to be the support for the husband and shoulder for the children, may our sacrifices be rewarded only by Allah. Ameen.