So from 2016 to 2017 I spent time planning out how I would leave again and things were going according to plan. I was saving, planning and making big moves all while making sure my Best Friend (ummi) was ok and taken care of while I would be gone...gone on my Mission For Migration. Well you know how we always say that we can plan but Allah is the best of PLANNERS? ??? I don't think we really get the VALIDITY behind that statement until its up in your face like YEA!!!!!
Eventho I had detailed and planned every move and thought ever thinkable thought, Allah had something else for me to deal with first.
I was made to deal with Allah taking my Mothers Soul...Like What...what just happened, it was like a bad Horror flick with me as the main character. I will never forget the afternoon of December 26,2017 when I received that call and my HEART DROPPING to the floor, this has to be some sorta stupid joke is what I exclaimed at my cousin who decided that he would take the brave task of telling their FAVORITE cousin that her BESTEST friend was found in her Home dead today. WOW WOW that sounds so krazy to say even to this day and its been a whole year now. So due to emotions right now and to make this Long story less long, I have grieved and I am always gonna be sad and always miss her but its Time...and hopefully its the right time, this time. I have come to realize that she would want me to be happy, so as I take another Deep breath, I head myself out the door to the post office's passport section bcuz It time To Get Back on Track and put my Mission in Motion. Thanx for stopping by and listening/reading my rant be back soon with passport info for those who may be curious of the process so look out for that post asap.

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