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Just a quick update...

My whole family and I are busy with Buffy's upcoming wedding (it's this coming weekend. Eeep!!) so updates on Eid and what not would be put on hold until the storm settles on the big day. It's crunch time and I have to admit that we've had a few challenges, as a family unit and for each individual persons, to get over. There are unavoidable stresses and undefined panic about in our household but we're setting aside any differences to come together to make all this happen for Buffy and InsyaAllah, with God's help, we will get through this as best as we can.

In the meantime, THANK YOU TO ALL MY FRIENDS who were willing to pray/spread the word/donate blood on behalf of my aunt who was hospitalised recently. She needed blood transfusion and since she used some blood from the hospital's blood bank, they needed new blood to replenish the bank. My family and I truly appreciate and are thankful for all those who prayed for her wellbeing and for wanting to donate blood. For sure, your good deed will be a God-sent and God bless you all for your kindness. I am glad to inform that my aunt has been discharged from the hospital as of yesterday and InsyaAllah, she will regain her health soon.

I'll be back soon after Buffy's wedding for more updates + pictures. Till then, take care and have fun!!


Nora Ismail said…
Pictures of your sister's wedding soon please! :D
Shugabelle said…
Okie dokie babe. Hope to get on with new pictorial updates soon. :D

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