"You can't calm the storm, so stop trying. What you can do is calm yourself. The storm will pass." — Timber Hawkeye
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| (Lozenges for my sore throat) |
Day 10: 30/01/26 (Friday)
Activity: Madinah - Rest in Bed
Hotel: Emaar Elite Hotel Madinah
It was a difficult night. My body felt feverish, my throat raw and sore. I took painkillers to keep the temperature down and sucked on lozenges, though even cool water was painful to swallow. Sleep came only in fragments, interrupted by frequent trips to the washroom.
I woke early for Subuh with a throbbing headache and managed only a small breakfast—one piece of bread with honey. The rest of the morning was spent in bed, wrapped in a thick blanket, hoping for strength to return. I felt heavy-hearted missing prayers at the mosque.
By noon, the fever finally broke. I had a light lunch, my appetite still poor, and spent the day resting, nursing a persistent cough and aching body. As evening fell on our last night in Madinah, hubby quietly began packing our bags, an unspoken reminder that this chapter of our journey was coming to an end.
Illness slowed my body, but it also taught me surrender. In this quiet room, wrapped in blankets and patience, I was reminded that rest, too, can be an act of faith and that healing comes in its own time.
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