Unlikely friendship

A follow-up on: Chance

I spent my summer mostly with him. And we became best friends. He had a bracelet to officiate it as well. There you go, my first male best friend. One I have to consult my problems, to share my feelings, and talk about anything and everything. He knows how I feel usually and he understands me. I appreciate his kindness towards me and I hope this isn’t just a summer-fling-friendship (you get it). I’m currently packing my things as I’m leaving for the semester break. Just two weeks but he’s already bummed about it. Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I won’t leave you, friend. I’m here for you always.

Until then, I want you to not forget me, take care of yourself, and think happy thoughts. I won’t be there to hold your hand and show you the way. It’s all you now. Make good choices and don’t stay in the past.

21 & Single

I don’t know, but everything around me lately is about marriage. My friends are getting married, my cousins, the things I see, the blogs I follow and the classes I attend. It is supererogatory to get married in Islam, that I believe and I won’t argue.

I am 21, and I want to get married, but I don’t think its time yet, for me anyway. Half of my society says to live single life to the fullest and don’t get settled young, the other half promotes early marriage and work together for betterment.
Both of the opinions have merits and disadvantages. Honestly the latter weighs a bit more towards my perspective and understanding.

At this moment, I’m in my second semester of my university life. The average time to graduate is 4 years, and I have about 3 and a 1/2 more to go. I’m only going to consider marriage when I’m reaching towards the end of my programme. Let’s say in my 3rd year possibly. Then, I’ll give marriage a thought. I don’t want to get married young and I don’t want to get married too old.

And IF possible, I say if because it is most unlikely for me, I’d like to have an intermarriage, across borders. That way I can kill two birds with one stone *sheepish laugh*. Think about it, I get another reason to travel – to visit my future in-laws, I get another reason to learn a new language and the same time getting married, duh. Let’s say it’s killing three birds (why kill?).

I will be busy, or making myself busy, with doing things I currently love, I will always try and work my way to be a better person, I will grab new opportunities which uni life has to offer, I will fill my mind with reading and learning, and meet new people and accept every life lessons and experiences thrown my way. Insyallah (if God wills it).

Well whatever my future is, whatever journey I will take, I pray for the best for me (y’all pray for me too), and may my future spouse be the coolness to my eyes, my parents eyes, may he emulate the way of the beloved Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, and may he walk with me side-by-side to betterment and goodness. Qul ameen (say amen)!

A girl can dream – and pray- can’t she?

Forget me not

The same things which used to keep me up all night, didn’t anymore. None of your words – or even your absence – struck me. It didn’t bother me because I’ve learned to let go. The days or conversations we once had were long gone. I’m starting to believe that my mind left way before I actually did.

But all I ask is for you to forget the mistakes I made and the pain I caused. Remember me as a friend who you once knew. We were foolish to swim among unchartered waters – sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason. We were uncertain, and we will always be.

Keep the memories which makes you happy, but do not stay for you will never find reality. 

“And it wasn’t my choice to love you but it was mine to leave. I don’t think the moon ever meant to be the satellite, kept in loving orbit, locked in hopeless inertia, destined to repeat the same pattern over and over – to meet in eclipse with the sun – only when the numbers allowed.”
– Lang Leav

La dernière lettre 

A blank paper, waiting to be inked. How can one translate these feelings I have for you, these memories I do not wish to forget. How do I catch everything, to tell you how I really feel? 

Do I begin with sentiments or my sorrows? Could you see between the lines how this heart beats with you? How can I summarize our memories and say one last final farewell? 

With a broken heart, this pen sighed across the paper – the last favor, the last words, the last tear. In my hand I hold, the final memorandum, with only two words, “good bye“. 

It won’t be the same after this, with your absence. And this will be a beginning, after the ending. This will be la dernière lettre (the last letter).

Two dear friends of mine will be leaving for college. To start a new chapter of their lives. There they will find new challenges, tread new roads and experience a new kind of aspiration. 

I hope they will never find grief, I hope they will never find heartache,  I hope they will never feel lost and insecure. 

I hope they find blissful happiness, I hope they find new opportunities, I hope they feel home wherever they are. May God protect them and guide them. 

Prayers and love to you two. I am more than proud and blessed to have known you too. I know you’ll do amazing.