It’s been more than a year, dad. 402 days to be exact.
I thought that as time goes by I’ll miss you less, however, it seems like time is the best stimulator of missing, eagerness and yearning. I only wish I could spend one more Eid with you, do takbeer with you, and you’d kiss me on the forehead, saying playfully: You’re never getting married, you belong to me, and you’ll forever stay with me.
Eids are the most remarkable times for us together, and that’s why it’s the most painful. I know you want me happy, but I can’t help not thinking of you in every move I do, that was supposed to be shared with you. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to hug you again, dad, nor am I certain that you’ll be with me anytime soon.
but one thing I know for sure, is that Allah is cursing all those who’re keeping you away from us, and all those who’re causing this severe pain of my mother.
you’re forever-loving daughter,