Hey I'm Rahmat,
I am a father of two children.
this is just a short story that I'm experiencing right now
this is also the reason I tried to make this font.
it all started from 9 months ago,
which previously was all fine, all our family lives are beautiful and harmonious,
my wife and I are very happy with the presence of 2 children in the middle of our family,
my first child was a woman and she is currently four years old, and the second male is 1 year 3 months old.
but happiness is now vanishing like paper burnt by fire slowly eliminating any writing in it.
Our household feels like an empty old house, uninhabited, no happiness in it.
it's all because my beloved wife suffers from psychotic diseases, mental disorders,
all like bombs that explode suddenly.
exactly on
July 12, 2018, at that time my son was 4 months old. suddenly in the middle of the night my wife screamed
and speaking in a disorderly manner, like a possessed person,
he doesn't remember who I am, his children.
he was very angry, and many terrible things he did.
this was also known by the teachers where I taught in a high school.
finally my friends suggested to be taken to a hospital.
finally I brought my wife to seek treatment at one of the hospitals in my city.
for 20 days my wife was treated there, but her condition did not improve. every time he saw me he was very angry, his hands and feet had to be tied to the bed.
because he tried to pull the infusion installed in his hand and tried to keep running.
day after day I went through the house just alone with him, my wife's family did not want to know and blamed me for the pain suffered by my wife my child was forced to be fostered by my co-worker, it hurt so much at that time, I had to separate from the child - My child
I can't sleep thinking about them, because my daughter is a child, every night before going to bed I have to hug her, tell her, now, there's no hug for her, my story for her.
ever on the ninth day my wife was hospitalized, my son came with a work colleague who was guarding my child at that time, my daughter Aisha, immediately hugged her mother, but it turned out that my wife choked her child instead
finally my child cried in fear.
time went on until the time Thuhan had wanted, I brought my wife home. slowly but surely he began to remember who I was, who were his children.
I could expect a speck of light at that time, happiness that began to die out, slowly began to shine again.
for three months the wife's condition improved, during that time the happiness returned, I guess
but it turns out that God has other will. he chose me another story in my life.
exactly 2 months ago my wife was restless again, she kept crying, continued to feel sadness in her heart, even though there was nothing to hurt her.
and what happened was what I was worried about, he returned like the beginning of his illness, only now was different, he was no longer angry, he no longer did terrible actions.
I also did not know the pain of what was suffered by my wife, now the days he passed through sadness and fear.
he did not want to take care of his children, he did not want to take care of the house, and her husband. he was like withdrawing from his environment.
he often told me. I just want to kill myself, I can't do everything.
until now this is what my wife and I have felt that is now mine,
I have to stop working as a teacher in a private school, because my wife's condition is very worrying,
now it's been happiness, no more sweet smile that always makes me happy, no more fun I feel.
my children were afraid of their mother.
now I have to take care of everything, take care of my wife, my children. and I no longer work.
I don't know what to do for my wife and children right now.
to fight God's will is musthail for me, what I can do now is only to do the best that is able to do it.
now it is no longer important for me happiness to disappoint me, all I care about is not to sadden my children,
hana they are happiness that I have now. they laugh, their hugs are enough for me now, even though I know fear is in their eyes when they are close to their mother.
let it all work properly because God's plan must be beautiful.
because of that I tried to make a font with all the limitations I have and the abilities that I have.
Hopefully this font can help me take care of my children and to treat my wife.
a long story that I can't put into this story,
this is only a brief story of my current life.
Thank you for supporting my hard work
and thank you for saving my wife
and has helped me take care of my children
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