1 16 hour journey

April 27th

00:00

Mom and I had finished each of our cooking. We then got everything packed up and ready to go. All that's left is to double-check everything and load up the car.

00:30

We got down to the car that was parked in the apartment's basement. We once again double-checked if anything was missing before we drive off. Of course, we said our prayers before we drove.

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We briefly enjoyed the stunning lights of the capital before we left the city. But the moment we left the city, I felt drowsy and fell asleep in my seat.

As many others had felt before in their past, I woke up the moment our car stopped. Though upon waking up, I was greeted by bright red lights that were illuminated from behind the cars.

"Ah I'm just going back to sleep," I said, still feeling drowsy.

But by the next time I woke up, we were stuck in a traffic jam. By then, dad had already felt drowsy from all the steering he had done until then.

I then decided to stay up for a while. But my resolution was weak. In a few minutes, I had already fallen asleep and dreamed.

After I had woken up again, it was already time for suhoor. I ate what I had made yesterday night as I and mom waited for dad to wake up when he had shortly slept yesterday.

My meal was consisted of tteokbokki, which I made last night. Indomie, which mom made before I had made my tteokbokki. Then a piece of the leftover fried chicken we had ordered for dinner. Then some brown sugar milk for my beverage.

After I had eaten my fill, I slept. I slept for a couple of hours. And when we had stopped at one of our many stops, we prayed. We prayed Fajr there since it was time then drove again when we were finished.

This was when the sun was at its peak.

Now, I do not remember much from that point on. All I remembered is that dad wasn't feeling too good when I woke up.

My mom said the cause was that he had only eaten indomie and coca-cola for suhoor. Because of that, his stomach was not feeling too good. So, dad had no choice but to break his fast just so he could go on.

This had happened when we were only halfway there. With that in mind, he needed to be as healthy as possible to get through.

To this day, I still don't know why. But my little brother, who was about to enter high school, also wanted to break his fast with my dad.

We waited for a while before they were done with their lunch. After that whole ordeal, my dad seemed satisfied and we drove off once again.

Our car was also hit by a motorcyclist when we were making our turn. My dad didn't want to make it a big deal out of the current situation and just drove.

But the rider was quite mad if I do say so. But why? It was his fault. The light in our car indicated that we were going to make a turn. He said we should've waited for the parking attendant, who was nowhere to be seen.

From that point on, I do not quite remember what happened. The cause is probably because I had fallen asleep when we were back on the road.

Then when I woke up for the final time, we were already near the end of our journey. Which was grandma's house.

Her house was located atop a hill in a city known for its woman national hero. I'm sure if you know which country I live in, you'll know what city it is.

When we had reached grandma's gate, grandma greeted us. In response, we greeted her back. We then stretched our legs and rested before iftar.

We had our iftar and then prayed maghrib. Afterward, we prepared for Taraweeh. When we were done praying Taraweeh, we slept for the rest of the night. Only to realize later that I would not sleep comfortably for the night to come.