So HF was in a fender-bender today. He was stopped at a signal and someone ran into the back of his car hard enough to crash his into the next stopped car. Alhamdulillah, he’s alright and as he cheerfully mentioned: the car needed new bumpers anyway. It’s still a little unsettling to me though, that even though I’m the one all dramatically falling to bits and spending lots of my time contemplating death, that there’s no real warning for any of us. I could live with myopathy until I’m 93. Or HF could die healthy on his way to work tomorrow. It’s all in Allah’s hands. SubhanAllah.