ASAD
I have no idea what her hands feel like, but every time I came here, I felt closer to her than ever. I remember writing down notes about major things that happened to me so I can read it all to her every Saturday of every week. I remember how 4 Saturdays in a month became two, and then one and eventually curled up to once in two months and now, it has been 5 years, I haven't been to see her in five years. And I have me to blame, for agreeing to everything father think is best for me. I remember the altercation father and I had before he finally decided I won't come see her anymore. One of the rogues had walked in on me crying in front if the tomb alone, I had just had a heated argument with father regarding his not coming with me to visit Umma anymore, I had tried to get him to come
