Too Much Sick Time...

Zahir tucked me in a few hours ago and went to our room for the night... I feel so alone in the boy cave. This is gonna be a long two weeks.

Perhaps it is not how, but THAT you pray

 Zahir woke ME up for a change Friday... this never happens. Normally he prays in his office,  when I am sick he stays by my side. I started crying when I heard his prayer for me this morning. He listed my trials (damn I have put him through a lot). Then he asked for it be enough. He said something like The Prophet teaches us, "Kindness is a mark of faith, and whoever has not kindness has not faith." He said his boy was kind. He didn't know I was awake until he finished. I  got a hug, a long one.

 He said he thought he was being quiet. I had to tell him my hearing has been crazy good since the fever broke. Later, the day nurse told us that was common and it would fade to normal in time.

 It was so chill today, aside from the nurse's constant interruptions (not his fault, it is his job). Z and I sat in the home theater most of the day. Okay, I cuddled with him and we watched films. He surprised me when he told me HE wanted to watch "The Happy Prince." I didn't know Oscar Wilde's life was so sad.

 What really surprised me was when Zahir told me he would have the courage to endure anything for me. He told me I scared him last week. When he heard the first boy died he was afraid he would lose me too.

 There are times the eleven years that separate us is HUGE. Today, not so much.

 I was still awake at one. It has been ten days since the infection, seven since I presented symptoms. One short week since my latest flirt with death. I should say something profound. I got nothing. I am just so grateful for my life.

 IF it was possible I would take my friend's approach and run off an marry Zahir today, we are not promised tomorrow. Sometimes we need a reminder of that. I know if we did that Baba and Mama would be pissed.

  Gonna wrap this up, nap time before nurse ice fingers comes for vitals.