SCARS 😭😭
As badges of both honor and dishonor,
scars are forever, branded on the heart, and as time continues, we soldier on,
somehow stronger.
It was the day I lost my MOTHER!!!😭😭
I’m not sure how one describes the
jumble of emotions, the racket of wailings or the enduring isolation that
follows when a mother passes. The very fabric of life seems to buckle and cave
in from the sheer burden of it all. Sense no longer works as a blanket of
indifference that separates you from the raw emotions and delight of life.
Losing someone so significant,
inspirational and influential is an experience no textbook or novel could begin
to teach me to comprehend. Now, as a years without her approaches, I count my
moments by breaths and no longer by hours or minutes.
It didn't matter if I was in a crowd of
people or surrounded by those I had left. I felt a visceral separation and an
undercurrent of another seething emotions. Words fail to exhaustively
articulate the painful parting of mother and son…. or the knowledge that you’ll
never hear her voice again.
INNA
LILLAHI WA INNA ILAYHI RAJIOON AFTER UNCOUNTABLE
DAYS
OF MISERABLE AND DEPRESSED I USED TO PRAY HER 5 TIMES A DAY SEEKING THAT ALLAH
SWT FORGIVE HER SINS AND SHOWER HIS FORGIVENESS UPON HER AND GRANT HIGHEST
LEVEL OF JANNATUL FARDOWSA, AND BEING WITH THE BEST OF CREATION (SAL ALLAHU ALAIHI WA SALAM) FOR ETERNITY
TO HER AND ALL FOLLOWED MUSLIMS WHO DIED BEFORE AND AFTER
HER……ALLAHUMA
AMEEN INSHA ALLAH.🙏🙏🙏
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