Assalam u alikum

Welcome to my new diary game post 14 september. I hope all steemins are fine. I am ill that's why i am late to post on 14 september. I want to post in night but I am ill that's why I am here to write a yesterday post. I am a hardworker girl. I dont like fight and anger specially. Yesterday I woke up early in the morning.

I pray namaz and prepared breakfast. It's my daily routine. After this I wash breakfast pots. Then I felt dizzy and my head was full of hurt. I don't like to go hospital. I was not went to hospital I was think I take a rest for while. It's not worked I don't felt better and I woke up 12:00pm

I feel very bad and sad. Then my mother prepared lunch because of my illness. I did not ate lunch. I had no mood to ate lunch. My mother insist me to went to hospital but I could not hear her. Then my mother went to neighbour house and take a nurse for me. She gave me a drip. My drip finished at 4:00pm.

My arm had swelling because of drip needle. My mother care for me. I am her best child. I take a rest then I pray asar.
I take a rest again and watch news but its hurting for me listening the news I turned off televesion. Now My headech started again.I was hurt very much for that head pain. But I don't went to hospital my mother forced me but I am not listening her. She loves me.
I take medicine and try to sleep.

I convinced my mother that I will feel illness tomorrow then I will go to hospital with her. I am hate to going hospital. I never have a memory I went to hospital in my past life. I still pray I will not go to hospital . Allah accept my pray and I feel better. My mother cook dinner I also want to eat dinner but my mother prepared for me milk and bread. That time I don't like this. We eat dinner. Then I take a medicine and go to bed.
This is my yesterday whole day. That day I feel very bad for illness. My mother is also sick but she care for me. I love my mother.
My mother is the best mother of the world.