have you ever wondered, how many people will make the effort to remember your birthday, before the f-ing facebook ever existed?
yes, it was a good story.
you were smart, not hard on the eyes. we shared interests that i thought i could see a reflection of myself in you.
but that’s just what you are.
a story. an idea.
nothing more.
because i don’t feel a thing.
what is with mothers that they always know what we’re thinking of?
i was asking my mother for just a little du’a (prayer) as she will be leaving for Makkah and before I could finish my sentence, she said with her mother tone, “I will pray for everything” that sums up: “I already know” and “rest assured” and everything in between.
mothers.
I can’t imagine any greater news than a pregnancy.
priceless gift granted only to certain people, i.e. the lucky ones. some people are blessed with good looks, prosperity, but how can those compared to having a life inside you?
to whom it may concern, congratulations. may you both are at the utmost health.
