Of the skies and what might have fallen out of it.

The whole nation is abuzz with news of the missing MAS flight MH370.

No word yet with regards to the fate of the passengers, as well as the crew on board.

A hunch says ill tidings are on the way, yet a part of me believes there is hope still.

There's no way of telling. It's totally out of our control. Hope for the best, yet brace yourself for the worst. Pray for the strength to face and accept what is to come.

In short, it's all in God's hands now.

It's extremely frightening to think about what could happen. So many speculations. Rumors spreading like wildfire. The government is pushing for the people to remain calm. A very hard thing to do if you happen to be one of those distraught relatives waiting for news at the airport. It sucks to be helpless. Sucks to not know and not be in control of things. It scares the hell out of you.

My late great-grandmother taught me a prayer when I was a kid, which I learned about once more when I was in elementary school. A prayer for tough times, when all you can feel is fear and despair. When everything seems to be falling apart and there is no way out of the darkness. When you feel trapped and there is no hope for you. Magic words to keep you going.

Hasbunallah wa ni'mal wakil, ni'mal maula wa ni'man nasir.

God (alone) is sufficient for us; the most excellent Guardian, Protector and Helper.

I ought to be saying those words more these days. I could use some divine assistance.

And I miss you, Nek Atuk. I was told the last thing you said wasn't a word, but a laugh--brought forth by fond memories. I bet one of those might have been of me.

We will see each other again someday, but not yet.