Hi Momsie

How are you?

It has been a long time that I have come here, but I think of you every single day. Not a single day goes by without a thought of you. I hope you are well.

Ridhaan is growing up. He is 13 now. Teenager.

Praveen went to India recently, met Dad & came.

I tried to convince Raghib to come visit us over here. He wouldnt budge. Dad would have liked to come, but now we have this crazy war going on between US-Israel-Iran-Middle east, with impact everywhere. It doesnt make sense to travel in these uncertain times.

I got this photo recently from Shahnaz aunty. Do you know I am growing up to look more & more like you? I hope I will also build a circle of warm friends like you did, who will always remember your smile. I try to think past the sadness of losing you,and try to remember all the good times we had together. It isnt an easy task. I think I hold on to the sadness much more.

I also think about Usman mama now & then. He had so much lesser time than you. I hope Samreen & Yasmeen stay in touch with us in the upcoming years. Things here are going on as usual. No change. I will be 43 soon. I want to use the rest of my time here on earth aiming for happiness. True happiness. Thing is, I dont even know for sure what that looks like, you know? I have to figure it out first, then work towards it. I hope I can do a good job at it.

I hope to find some time to search for a rishta for Raghib too. Insha Allah. It has been more than a year since you passed. Dad has been trying. But I think there is only a certain amount of energy left in him to keep trying.

We miss you terribly momsie. Home doesnt even feel like home without you. I miss you. Photos & memories like these keep me thinking positive. I hope Barzakh exists. I hope we meet again. I hope I get to feel your hug again momsie.