Dear mak. I know you could hear me. Thank you for always feeding me good thoughts about marriage and reminding me that I need to be a better person first to rock my palace. I miss that wee hours of the morning calls to check if I have prepared proper breakfast to my husband. I miss talking to you about how my life has changed eversince I married a person who arranges his belongings by colours and sizes. I always adore how you treated Azim like your own child, denying his imperfections and understanding his jokes better than I did. I remember drenching in tears reading your long text messages to him, consoling him to rise when luck was not at his side when in fact you were nursing your own sickness and cant even walk unaided. It feels like you were only gone for a day that Id still cry like a baby whenever I thought of your soothing voice and warm cuddle. Its good to know that you are in safe hands now that nobody can hurt you anymore in any ways. Have a good rest, mak. May we all meet again in His Jannah. I miss every detail of you, like how you curled your lip when youre concentrating on a tv show, and how you squeezed my baby fingers while we were holding hands when crossing the road. We only have good things to say about you mak. Allah has been so great to have granted us you. I will raise Khayra to be as strong and wise as her nenek, Insyallah. For everytime she asks about you (which she still do now), I would tell her that nenek has gone to the most beautiful park in the world to save us seats just in case mama is late again. Love you mak. Im hugging you in my sleep again tonight.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 18:11:16 +0000