maha-eunoia

Friday night I came home at 1:00am, after Rocky’s my boyfriends 21st birthday bash. I opened the door slowly so my mum doesn’t wake up, and besides who wanted a lecture at 1:00am? As I creeped my way into the house, I heard someone clearing their throat upstairs, I could hear the footsteps being taken closer my way, but I didn’t acknowledge it. As I continued to take my heels off, I lifted my head up, and there I saw mum standing on the stairs, I could tell she was mad. Before she could say anything I made up a story on how Mia’s my best friend car wasn’t starting since it’s winter and it’s freezing out. Mum looked at me up to down and asked “ why are you in such a short dress and why were you wearing heels? Weren’t you at one of your university lectures?” Obviously she had no idea I was at my boyfriends birthday bash, forget that she didn’t even have any idea I even had a boyfriend. I twisted my words, and changed the topic. I quickly ran out her sight to my room before she could question me more. After, about 15 minutes I heard a knock on the door it was mum she had brought me some dinner. She came into the room and here started her lecture on how I need to be careful about my surroundings, and not let anyone to close to myself, stay away from boys that gave me the wrong vibe. She kept going on and on, while I was just trying to eat dinner as fast as I could, so I could tell her to leave, because I was so sick from these everyday lectures.

I woke up the next morning, I was really excited as today I was meeting Rocky. Rocky had told me he has something special planned for me! I was so excited to spend time with him alone today. Rocky and I started to dating just about two weeks ago, and even though he didn’t gave me the best vibes in the beginning I now feel as if he was one the best things that has happened to me in a while! Rocky is 4 years older than me, but he is such a mature, smart, vulnerable individual!

I started to get ready in the evening to go out with Rocky, I was just so excited to spend time with him alone! As I was getting ready, mum came down to my room and asked where I was off to, I let her know I am going with Mia out to grab some food and than to her house to work on a presentation. Mum seemed a little suspicious and confused, but she didn’t really say anything. I took out his favourite colour sweater dress out to change into and mum was standing in my room, I quickly pushed her out and her finger came into the door. Her finger started to bleed, I said sorry and quickly shut the door to change as I was getting late.

As I was leaving, and closing the door behind me, I heard my mum words “Please be careful hunny!” I walked out and rolled my eyes. I was so sick of her stupid lectures and all, but deep down I had this weird feeling about today.

I sat in Rocky’s car and we drove off as fast as we could from my house. Rocky stirred up the conversation between the two of us. I started to open up to him about mum and how I was so tired of all her bullshit. He gave me advice on what she is saying is not wrong, how she is only concerned for me, he also told me how I should’ve helped her when her finger started to bleed. I was starting to feel guilty, I let Rocky know that the first thing I will do when I get home is apologize for my behaviour, he started to laugh and said under his breath “that’s if you get home tonight”, that did weird me out a bit, but I didn’t thinking much of it, I just thought Rocky was joking around with me.

After we had dinner, Rocky whispered in my ear, “time for your special surprise!” I got super excited, Rocky made this day already so special I was excited to see what’s next.

Rocky pulled the car up to an end of a alley. It was dark, I could hear the wind whistling. I started to get a little uncomfortable, and asked him what are we doing here, but he just wasn’t replying. He locked all the doors of the car. That’s when I knew something was wrong I grabbed my phone. When I looked up Rocky was getting closer and closer to me. I told him to back off, and let me go. But he surrounded around me and started to touch me with the wrong intentions. He ripped the top of my sweater dress off, I started to scream but no one was around. I tired to push him off me, as I was trying to calling 911 and mum, but he was not letting go of me. He had me pinned down to the seat. Rocky knocked the phone out of my hand. Tears shed down my cheeks as he beat me, and raped me. The vibes I got when I first met him were true he was just an animal using me for the wrong intentions. I was raped and beat to death by him. As my eyes started closing I could only think of mum’s words.

Next time I woke up I was down by a river surrounded by a bunch of officers, and people looking down. I was confused why no one was acknowledging me. Suddenly I heard a voice. When I turned around to look behind me I saw it was mum. She ran towards me, I opened my arms wide to give mum a hug and to tell her everything that had happened with me. But mum just ran through me, my body I was confused, scared of what was happening. As I turned to look where she went I saw her down my the river holding on to a body. Holding on to my body. That is when I realized I was in my soul. I was died.

But what about mum?

What about my apology to mum?

What about the animal Rocky?

What about Mia, everyone thought I was with her?

What about everything I left behind?

What about my justice?

Will I ever get justice?

I guess these will stay questions forever.

I was died.

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I wrote this short story to give awareness to the topic of rape, which has become so common in our society. I wanted to write this short story to give a voice to Zainab a seven year old who was a victim of rape and murder, and all those people who have been a victim of rape and murder.  Zainab story has really touched me. The fact people can be such animals is disgusting to me. Through my short story I wanted to give awareness so in the future we don’t see more Zainab’s, and so that the law takes strict action on such a sensitive topic.

 

The time you confessed your love towards me, I still remember how nervous you were,

Those warm greetings,

That first time we hung out, and you kept fidgeting to hold my hand in yours,

That first time your hand interlocked in my hand,

Those tight hugs where you would pull me deep into your chest  towards yourself,

That first kiss, when you lifted my face up towards you, and interlocked your lips with mine,

That compassion you would show towards me,

The way you would be so protective about me,

Those endless conversations, till 3am,

But that one mistake that ruined it all,

That day you cheated,

You didn’t respect me,

You didn’t respect that I wasn’t ready,

Ready for the next step,

I remember how hard it was to let go of something that was so special to me,

Special to us,

The regret showed on your face as the tears rolled down your fair soft cheeks,

But it was too late,

I had to let go,

We both had to let go of something so special to our hearts,

Now all that was left were those memories that still haven’t faded away,

Memories,

It’s all we’ve got.

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This poem was inspired by one of the class acts we watched Drama 30 perform, the act didn’t not have a title, because it was one of the seven silence acts. The act was about a love story and how things progressed from there. I was inspired by the innocence that was portrayed by the two leads through their body language in the act. Although my poem goes on a deeper level of emotions, and has a completely different ending. My main base starting point was, because of the inspiration I had received from the class act. Through this poem I also tired to portray how something so special can be shattered within seconds, and all that is left are memories that cannot be deleted from one. This is why memories are identified as such an significant part of most individuals. To every person a memory can be mean a different thing, and so much which cannot be explained in words.

 

 

Standards are set for us to establish them,

Standards are set to reach different heights in our life,

Standards are set because they’ve been followed through by generations,

Standards are set to reach excellence in our lives,

But sometimes these standards can create a fear,

A fear of not being able to achieve them,

A fear of not being able to accomplish something that has been going on for generations,

A fear of failure,

I’ve been afraid,

Afraid of bringing disappoint to my family,

Afraid of bringing disappoint to myself,

I’ve been afraid,

Afraid on how I’ll face myself,

Afraid on how I’ll face those who are important to me,

I’ve been afraid,

On how will I reach these standards,

I am a failure.

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I wrote this poem to outline the emotions one goes through when they have standards they have to achieve, and the fear of making mistakes, or not being be able to accomplish something their loved ones have so much hope for. An example to demonstrate this concept is a grade 12 student. Once a person hits specific milestones in their lives they are expected to achieve specific things. When a student comes into grade 12 they are soon to be expected to give the good news of being accepted into university. Sometimes, unfortunately one may not be able to accomplish getting an admission into a university for several reasons, but sometimes the people around one may not be able to understand what went wrong, and to them it’s just a big failure, although that is not true there are many more opportunities, but they feel to understand that. Through my poem that is what I tired to exemplified on how specific standards can take up on an individuals life.

The following poem has been written based on the journey of Alice V. She fled from Holland with her family to Canada during World War II when the Nazis in Germany invaded the Netherlands. During the interview, Alice shared her childhood experiences as a young girl who was born in Holland, to a Canadian citizen who built herself a new life in a foreign country.

The Spring of May, 1953

I remember those mixed emotions running through my body;

The feeling of leaving what was home was upsetting,

But the fact my family and I would be in a safer place together gave me a sense of relief.

I remember the last time I was walking down the streets of Holland,

Looking around the community I spent my childhood in,

The places I made numerous memorable memories.

I remember those peaceful days in Holland as a child,

Where walking out on the streets to buy a piece of candy from the nearby local store was no big deal,

But walking out on the streets during the war was not safe at all.

I remember the journey was long,

On the boat from Holland to Canada,

Those nights were tough, in the cold breeze in the middle of the North Sea.

I remember I would look down from the boat into the sea,

And search for fishes swimming around the sea alongside my brother.

My brother and I would compete – who found the most fishes.

I remember when our boat first landed in Halifax,

It was Mother’s day,  the first time we celebrated Mother’s day in Canada,

My brother and I went around the fields looking for flowers that we picked and gifted to our mom.

I remember that it was May, the spring of 1953,

But we were still welcomed into to Canada with a snowfall,

The sun was out, but snow was falling.

I remember that wasn’t all from the very tiring journey from Holland to Canada;

Once we had reached Halifax, we had to get to our real home – Calgary;

It took  5 days in a trailer from Halifax to Calgary.

I remember it took time to settle in,

But I also know what had happened in my life, all to lead up to these moments.

To cherish these moments.

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Thank you, Alice, for being an inspiration!

With Kind Regards,

                           Maha  & Sultan

D is for Department Store:

What do you do there:

Buy three gifts (or imagine what you’d buy) for 1. A friend. 2. a person you’ve not yet met. 3. pure self-indulgence. Make this a meditation on gifts. Tell the story of seven gifts you’ve either given or received in your lifetime. Choose gifts from different times in your life, or seven gifts from a single occasion. Call your piece something like “Seven Bar-mitzah Presents.” To do more research into the theme of gifts and creativity, read Lewis Hyde’s book, The Gift.

Why it’s good for you:

Exploring the stories contained in objects. Start a story with an intention (gifts) but be open to the possibility that other themes might emerge (loss, generosity, disappointment, gratitude).

D is also for:

Doctor, Dentist, Desert

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Gifts are a way to show your love, gratitude towards a person, gifts are also a way to appreciate, recognize a person. However; whatever the reason may be gifts can impacts one’s life significantly, because gifts may be cause an emotional attachment.

Here’s a list of seven gifts I’ve cherished:

1. My sister art work: On my 8th birthday my sister gave me this beautiful unicorn art piece she had craved at school, it was made outta of wood and a special type of paper. This was a very special gift to me is because I remember sitting by her everyday while she worked on it, and always asked “can I have this? Can I have this please?”, and I had always got an answer of no from her which was understandable because it was her very first amazing art piece, but at the time I never took it so well. So the fact she gave it to on my birthday which was approximately a month or so after she finished on the piece meant a lot to me, because it was a way she expressed her feelings!
2. Pakistani Traditional wear: When I was around 5 years old my mom & dad gifted me this very beautiful pakistani traditional dress. This was a very special dress for me because through this dress I understood the pakistani traditional wear & brought me closer to the culture. It was orange and purple with beautiful bead work done all over the borders of the dress, and I am sure its still sitting in my closet. I refuse to give it away.
3. Gold Earrings: When I was I believe in grade 8 my aunt had a c-section on her twins. Although everyone was healthy after the operation, there were specific tasks my aunt couldn’t perform for about 4 weeks. During this time I went over for a sleepover for about the 1 and half weeks of spring break and every weekend after that to help her out as much as I could so she could heal faster. After she was healed, about 2 months after my auntie gifted me a pair of golden earrings as a way to say thank you for all the help I had provided her with.
4. My brothers gift: On my 12th birthday my brothers gifted a bunch of girly things such as clips, jewellery, dress. Why this means so much to me is because my brothers went outta of their comfort zone and shopped for me their youngest sister without anyones help, to bring a smile on my face. This act really showed me the close bond my brothers and I share, and the bond we keep close to our hearts always.
5. Bracelet: On my 14th birthday my older sister gifted me this bracelet that had a quote on it which was “Live, Love, laugh” it was a golden bracelet with strips of pink. The reason my sister chose the braclet with that quote on it was because I was really inspired by the quote at that time, so the fact she acknowledged that is very special to me.
6. A Card: On my 15th birthday I received a gift from one of my childhood best friends with a card that is so special to me because in the card my friend wrote an entire story of our friendship from all the ups and downs, to us loving each other like crazy. That card with several others I keep close to myself.
7. Family & Friends: I wanted to thank god for all my family and friends. They are the best gift I’ve ever received and I would never replace for anything. The support, love I’ve gotten from my family and friends is indescribable! I love them all!!

M is for Mosque

What do you do there:

Find a quiet spot, lay down the prayer mat, and perform your prayers. Gain that spiritual connection between you and god. Focus on the relationship between you and god, read the quran, make yours duas (wishes) to god.

Why it’s good for you?

Makes one feel refreshed, away from all the world’s problems you can connect to god, be thankful for all god has given you, ask for forgiveness. You can reflect on decisions and ask god to guide you on the right path.

M is also for: Mall, Market, Mountain, Museum.

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The mosque is a place of serenity, peace, and togetherness. It’s a place for the compassion of one thing which is to build a connection to god by performing the salah, reading the Quran, and asking for duas. The mosque is a place one can go to in any situations through life, whether be it in times of sorrow, or happiness.

I personally see mosque as a place for me to go and ask for forgiveness, say thank you for everything I’ve been granted with, to perform the salah in peace, and togetherness.

Once I step into the mosque I realize that all the problems happening around us all are not worth spreading hatred for each other in our hearts. Weather be it the mosque, temple, church or anywhere else a person may go to practice a religion at the end of the day all these places, religions follow the same morals, values of spreading love amongst each other.

For me the mosque is a place I can go to purify my soul and heart, to bring a sense of a fresh start with a clean heart and mind.

I step inside the mosque,

I take off my shoes, walk through the stairs up to the ladies side of the mosque,

I walk in greet everyone with open arms,

Pick up the prayer mat, and lay it down in a clean quiet spot in the front of the ladies side,

And start to perform my salah (prayer),

Once I finish I pick up the holy book of islam the Quran,

I sit in my spot quietly focused on reciting the Quran, because nothing else seems to matter in that moment,

The only that matter is the spiritual connection I have with god,

After my reciting the Quran I do my duas ( the essence of worship),

By performing all of this, it brings a significant change into my life, because it brings me closer to god,

By doing all of this it gives me a chance to say alhamdulillah (thank you) for all that god has given me and my family,

It connects me to god.

X is for X-RAY

What to do there: Look online at x-rays of skeletons (human or animal). Describe the skeleton from head to foot.  Imagine the life of two skeletons (human or animal).  Tell the story of how their two worlds intersected before death or before injury.

Why it’s good for you: Imagine lives before they have been reduced to breaks or bones.

X is also for: Xylem

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We rushed into the x-ray room, they didn’t have my brother sit in the waiting room as you could see his bone through the skin. My brother was in crazy tears, he didn’t know what to do it he was in so much pain, he sat there in the x-ray room feel nauseous. He was scared but in so much pain. I felt so worried. My brother had fell of his bike on a cement path way by our house and could not move his arm. His bone was popping out of the skin and he had to be rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.

While I was waiting outside they took my brother and mom to do some quick scans and x-rays of his arm. They said since this is a open wound a surgery may needed to be performed which terrified my brother even more. After they took the shots of the arm, they showed us it was clearly shown the bone was collapsed in half and there was a big gap between the two bones.

My mom saw the pictures of the x-ray and felt so worried she was so upset, she couldn’t see her younger son in pain it was very hard for her to see all of this going on.

The lady working came up to my mom and informed us that they had to send down the x-rays to the 2 doctors to get an opinion on the situation, and whether a surgery should be taken place or not to bring the two bones closer to one another.

After waiting for about an hour the same lady approached us and informed us that the doctor would like to speak to us. We quickly rushed into the room and sat down the doctor came in with the x-ray reports in his hand. He set the three x-rays across the board, and explained to us where and how the bone is broken and how harmful this may be, but than he informed us that after consulting with two other doctors they had came up with the conclusion that surgery was not necessary to be performed as it could make things worse in my brothers case. He told us the best way to put a cast on it for the next 3 months, and we will have regular check-ups.

So they wrapped around my brothers arm a green and white cast. He took the x-rays off the board.

And off we were to home!

 

Racism- Discrimination against a person of a different race, belief.  

She wrapped the hijab around her head as a sense of pride, belief, selfness.

But she knew the world won’t accept her,

She knew they would threw hate,

She knew this world wasn’t a safe place,

She knew she couldn’t feel at ease,

She knew the blame for innocent lives being slaughtered around the world will come upon her.

But “why?” she always wondered,

Why couldn’t the world respect for the person she is?

Why couldn’t the world accept the hijab she wears with her chin up?

Why couldn’t the world love her for herself, why did it have come down to a piece of cloth she wraps around her head that determines the view the world has on her?

Why did she have to fear as she walked the streets?

Why did it all have to come up to one word “Racism”?

Why?

The poem above is talking from my own experience. I have experienced racism, and honestly it comes down to one thing me being a “Muslim” and wearing the “hijab”. These two factors make me a target of racism.

From experience racism can affect the way one may portray specific situations. Racism can make a person mentally unstable, when one experiences racism to a close extent it usually becomes the only aspect on one’s mind.

When I walk into a transit bus or train I can feel that I am being looked upon differently, I can see the stares, I can smell the fear. I am afraid of taking the bus or train alone, I am afraid something can happen, I am afraid someone will come up to me and start harassing me.

The unfortunate thing is the way media portrays situations occurring around the world, and how the media puts the blame upon one group of people.  

Many say that racism is not as big of an issue in this era, but I disagree if racism was not as big of a problem in this era I wouldn’t being seeing people being picked on for their religious wears, I wouldn’t being seeing people being picked for their color, race, beliefs. Because I see this happening on a regular basis whether it is in person, or on social media.

With statistics it has been proven that racism is a an issue that has been occurring in schools all over the world targeting specific students of different backgrounds. There has been 87,000 racist incidents that have been recorded in schools. Starting off with Britain about 88,000 racists incidents have occurred in schools through Britain during the years of 2007-2011. Birmingham with about 5,752 cases. In the United States it has been shown from government studies that 15-20 percent of all students are bullied for their religious views, beliefs, and the background they come from, also proven by this statistic is that the more often the individual is bullied for something they have no control over, that is the person who is more likely to skip classes, drop out of school main factor for this being is they want to hide from the hate being given to the individual.  

It has been proven with research that more African-Americans are having their children home schooled, and all though the reasons may vary for different people but with research it has been shown that one of the many reasons is the racism kids may have to go through in school.

In an article reported by Global news it show stats of different racial groups in Canada. Supposedly in this article there is a video where Justin Trudeau talks about how Canadians need to stay focused on showing respect to every group of people, and how hate crimes against & targeting specific groups of people will not be accepted.  It has been stated that Trudeau promises on talking action on hate crimes against groups.

More than 1,000 Canadians were surveyed and here are the results:

59% of Muslims are the victims of discrimination.

Indigenous followed at 28%.

Black Indians 23%.

East Indians 23%.

Asians 11%

Jewish 7%.

Hispanic 5%.

Other 5%.

Don’t know/Refused 19%.

These are some cases showcasing racism that has occurred Canada:

“Once, I was at school and was walking with my friend. A girl came to me and said: “Darn Indian, you have got a flat nose. Go back to your country.” I was terribly hurt…”

Michel, young boy of Indian origin.

“I am muslim, and I have decided to cover my head. I abide by my traditions. There are people who laugh at me because I cover my head. The other day, when I was in the classroom, everybody was eating pepperoni, except me. In my religion, we do no eat pork. The pepperoni is made from pork and I cannot eat it. They (my classmates) wanted me to eat it. At some other time, they told me: “You have no hair!” because I was covering my hair and they pulled the veil. I did not like it because it did hurt my feelings. And I was feeling lonely.”

Saadia, young muslim.

“I heard a racist joke that someone had told me… I am Mulatto; there was a guy who called me by that name when I was visiting another school… He told me that since I was not white or black, I was not a human being. I am mixed blood and I am not stupid”.

Simon, a young mulatto boy.

Racism is a very sensitive topic because many people experience the hateful comments passed towards them, and it can bring one down weather it is in an individuals confidence or how they look at the world. Many state that racism has decreased over the years, but with stats being showcased it really only shows that racism is a topic that needs strict action taken upon because as years go on racism has only being increasing, and has been targeting specific groups.

Everyone deserves to feel safe and at ease.

Racism needs to stop.

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References:

• “Racism in Schools.” NoBullying – Bullying & CyberBullying Resources, 22 Dec. 2015, nobullying.com/racism-in-schools/. https://nobullying.com/racism-in-schools/
• Mazama, Ama. “Racism in Schools Is Pushing More Black Families to Homeschool Their Children.” The Washington Post, WP Company, 10 Apr. 2015, www.washingtonpost.com/posteverything/wp/2015/04/10/racism-in-schools-is-pushing-more-black-families-to-homeschool-their-children/?utm_term=.6059185d304b.
• Abedi, Maham. “Canada Is 150 and Still Needs to Face Its Racism Problem: Advocates.”Global News, 29 June 2017, globalnews.ca/news/3556823/racism-in-canada/.  https://globalnews.ca/news/3556823/racism-in-canada/
• Struyk, Ryan. “Blacks and Whites See Racism in the United States Very, Very Differently.”CNN, Cable News Network, 18 Aug. 2017, www.cnn.com/2017/08/16/politics/blacks-white-racism-united-states-polls/index.html.
• https://www.crrf-fcrr.ca/images/Clearinghouse/ePubFaShRacScho.pdf
• https://i1.wp.com/www.washtenawvoice.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/bw-tribune-photo.jpg?resize=600%2C400&ssl=1

 

The following anecdote is about the bond I share with my sisters, and how things have stayed the same between us even though one of my sister is off and married.

I have 2 sisters, both whom older than me, my oldest sister got married in April 2016. Although we do have an age gap we still have a close bond that we cherish, and have kept close to our hearts.

As years of my childhood have passed my sisters and I have always been told that one day you are going to get married, and will start a new chapter in your life with your soul mate, go to a place which you will be able to call YOUR home, things will change, people will change, priorities will change.

Years passed on, but I’d never realize that within an instant that day would come into my oldest sister’s life so quick, her marriage day.

My sisters and I have a very close relationship, we’ve never hesitated to share important factors of our lives with each other, we’ve always considered each other best friends.

We fight, we disagree, we get mad at one another, we talk smack, but we know that when no one else will be there for us, we will be there for one another.

As the day of my oldest sister marriage approached closer and closer I felt scared, uneasy. I was of course so happy for her she was marrying someone she loves so dearly, and I knew she was going to be in good hands. But I was scared about that the bond we share with each other, we might lose that, scared that I was going to lose a best friend, scared of how much I was going to miss seeing my sister everyday.

Post my sister marriage, it was a difficult time, as in trying to get adjusted without her being here, because one thing was for sure we depended on my oldest sister for many things, the list is endless.

As months passed on we got used to the idea that she did not live with us no more. But also as the months passed on post my sister’s marriage I started to realize that nothing has changed she still our same sister that she was before, we still share everything, we still fight, get mad… everything is still the same. That it is nothing like what we’ve been told as growing up as kids.

Yes she is married, but she still considers us all the same, like we consider her the same.

Overall, a sister’s bond is so strong that no matter what society norms tell you, that bond you’ve created with each other will always remain the same regardless the situation. A middle eastern society does follow the idea that after a girl is married, that is her family and her home, but I disagree with that society norm, I believe that once a girl is married has two families, two homes. She should be able to keep who she desires close to her heart.

A sister bond is never breakable.

Dear Future Maha,

Life’s been a crazy ride with many ups and downs, and everything has led up to this day. You’re on a bed now at the age of 82 coughing, with your oxygen tank by your side with the nasal cannula wired up your nose. All the decisions you made, all the actions you’ve taken has led you up to this very moment. You’re on  a edge now, your death has almost arrived you may die a few years from now, a year from now, a few months from now, a few days from now, or a few moments from now. So, I am writing to you to recollect some of the most important stages in your life in this little time you have.

Remember, the day when you first started kindergarten with the bowl cut. Remember when that one girl with the blonde hair that approached you to call you over for “snack time”, and that started a friendship that you will always remember and cherish close to your heart as that was you first friend. Remember, the first day at your new school Almadina when you had no idea where to go, but it all didn’t matter much as it was a short chapter of your life. Remember, your first day at FFCA that you joined in 7^th grade, years passed and you hit high school which was a blink of an eye, little did you know you walked the stage in grade 12, and became the graduating class of 2018.

Remember, your first day of University when you got lost and bumped into a girl, little did you know that one interaction would be the start of a friendship that lasts for a lifetime. Remember your first university class when the boy in the red t-shirt sat by you, and started to talk some real nonsense to you, little did you know that that would end up being your life partner. Remember the day you graduated from university after pursuing your dream of earning the social work degree, and as you walked across stage the only thing you could hear was the voice of your family, and friends cheering on for you, whom supported you through every decision.

Remember, the day when you came back to the same class you met whom you love the most, with him after a year from graduating, little did you know he was going to go down on one knee for you in the same place you two started your journey together. Remember, your wedding day when he first saw and kissed you on the cheeks, and whispered to you, that you’re the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on, little did you know that would be the start of a life-long beautiful marriage. Remember, when you had your first child, and saw the miracle of life, little did you know that would only be the start of blossoming a family, soon you ended it up having your second child followed by your third.

Remember, the days when you lost some of the most important people in your life who made you who you are as a person, little did you know you will soon be at the place they are at.

Everything makes sense, all the pieces fit in. The reasons you made the decisions you made, the success, the failures all of it makes sense. It was all to lead up to this moment.

No regrets…

Sincerely

Maha from the past,