My auntie called. Asking for some money.
Nothing new actually.
It's just that today was the first day she actually asked money directly from me.
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For the past 3 years or more, I've actually been donating money to her. Without her knowing of course. Because RM100 monthly is never enough for them whole family. I know that. But I myself did not earn much. Enough to be happy. Enough to share some without others.
It all started at first as a way for me to help ease my mom's burden. She has been lending money to her only sister since forever. So I might as well chip in as much as I can afford.
But when she called and ask the favour directly, something inside me did not feel good.
It is probably the setan trying to avoid me for helping out.
But being a normal human being, I have my hesitations.
With a balance of RM150 in my account, I transferred her RM100 with quite a heavy heart.
Hoping that Allah will give me back more. Praying that the RM50 will last till my paycheck arrive. Wishing that I did not feel this bad because I know she needs it more than me.
I have no problem talking openly about my good deed to others since I know no one reads my blog anymore. So, this is just me trying to talk things out.
Hello January 2016!
May we all be better than last year in health and in love, with colleagues and with families, despite this big financial and political challenge we are facing today. Insyaallah :)
