As I walked through the pavement at level 3..HKL, I could hear my stepping shoes taking turn to sound.. But my mind, elsewhere. I couldn't bear the news I heard at 7 something PM on Thursday..I've lost myself on that day, When she lied down-unmoved, stiff with pale face on the patients' bed. She had 30 mins to live, Thats what doc predicted at that time, half-sanity I was trying to strenghten myself, tried to ignore..Out of my control, I cried and whispered KALIMAH SYAHADAH in her ears. Together with my brother, we jogged slowly along with doc and crew to level 3..ICU. at ICU, we waited for hours, finally door opened for us with welcoming ceremony done by the doc incharged. Doc told us the chronology and all, Frustrated but grateful Alhamdullillah, Allah still let her live even now she couldn't move, couldn't talk yet eat, couldn't do anything but I'm happy that everyday she gives a LITTLE progress. Even A LITTLE but I know someday, she'll be back to be our mom again. To whoever read this please contribute Yassin to her, Puan Rohana Ibrahim. Your cooperation has indeed a good return..from Allah. I love you mom, as simple as that!You're awesome, cuz you tought me to be strong and positive like you!