I received that news. It dazzled me. When I cried on my mother's shoulder outside the clinic, she soothed me with her warm embrace and her positivity.
While waiting for Kamal to arrive from Kuala Lumpur, my parents and I merrily laughed at the witty series on television. Me, seated between them, giving my mother's right leg and my father's left leg a massage. I was soothed to have my attention elsewhere.
When both Kamal and I were alone inside our room, I cried on his shoulder. Kamal tightened his embrace, soothingly.
I wasn't soothed. What I really wanted was to cry and cry and cry until there was nothing left to be cried out. I did just that.
I am soothed now just being with Kamal and his positivity.
Yes, my faith is in God's Justice.