Last weekend I went home. I finally opened my husband’s luggage, the one he packed just hours before Allah brought him back to Him. I needed the luggage scale for my trip, and I knew it was inside. I had mentally prepared myself for this moment, so I felt calm and surprisingly, comforted. Knowing that he was the last to touch those things feel like a small connection. As expected, he packed shopping bags.“for my wife punya shopping” also extra face mask “because my wife selalu lupa” Al-Fatiha