I know that illness is a blessing from Allah. But I never imagined that I would get so sick. Just like I got sick. Just like my little boy got sick. I don't know why when I get sick, he suddenly gets so sick! Even then, I thank the Creator! Alhamdulillah, I am fine as I am.
My days have been passing by in the midst of excessive worry and depression for several days. Maybe Allah has something better in store for me, or maybe something worse. Only He knows that. I am trusting in what He has in store for me, the rest is His will.
For the past two days, I have not been able to feed my son anything. He just cries and burns with fever. I went to the doctor today somehow. However, when I tried to give him medicine, he was completely helpless. He won't take medicine, he won't eat anything. He just cries. I tried a little on my own to keep him well. How to keep him well.
Sometimes I see the two brothers saving a lot of wood, building houses with it, and playing with it a lot. Today, I tried to build a house with their wood with my nephew. Although it was not possible for me, I tried a little by myself and built a small house. Although it is not that beautiful to look at, my son liked it a lot.
I tried to spend most of the day with him. Because I want him to be at least a little better. If he is well, at least I can be well. Keeping my illness aside, I am trying a little more to keep him well. When I finished building the house made of wood, I showed it to him, then fed him some rice. Then I gave him medicine.

Looking at this house made of wood, he kept laughing and telling me. Mom, when I grow up, I will build a house like this. Hearing her words, I couldn't help but laugh. Then I said okay. When you get well. Then you build a house in your own way and play in your own way again.