I often wonder if you were just a figment of my imagination, little girl. I mean, is it even possible that life just went on after you passed. The world didn’t stop like I expected it to. There was no moment of silence or stillness to mourn your loss. Family and friends came by and …
“Shukran. Yor shukran for doing this every month. You’ll never know what it means to the people here. May Allah reward you all for everything that you doing.” Amatullah. By simply being alive and living with EB, you inspired a niyyah and a du’a that has brought goodness even after you have gone. This was …
I miss you Amatullah. I miss everything about you. I miss your laughter, I miss your smiles, I even miss your blood stains. You know how it used to get to me when you are alive. How we ended up with multiple loads of washing because your wounds would weep through your bandages and onto your …
