my thoughts are too loud
When we are born, the adhan, the Islamic call to worship is whispered into our right ear. It’s melody marking the start of…
Dear Future Me,
It’s been years, years of anxiously awaiting your arrival. My feet have been cemented at the gates; I’ve grown impatient, yet somehow I muster the courage to battle time. Your departure is long overdue, flights of action delayed, but I continue to let the clock chime.
Happy Birthday Sabra! And myself too, but I guess that sounds self conceited.