i love Allah.

i love my parents. so much.

i love my family.

i love to be home.

i love Ayden.

i love my husband.

Urmmm Not really. Not when he gets on my nerves. Sometimes I’m hard to deal with. I admit to that.

i love when I prostrate, I feel like all these feels just melt to the ground.

2019, what’s in store?

All I want is to get my anxiety anxiety anxiety out of my system.

PS: Waiting for my flight home, with tears streaming down my face and a heart so heavy, I feel it’s going to drop to the floor.

Munching on cold leftovers from our Burger King Lunch. Taking deep breaths to have the final whiff of the homeland.

Squeezing Ayden’s hand real tight as I led him through the skybridge where our EK404 flight awaits us.

Will I publish this post? Will I not? Maybe.