👑21st May 2020 👑

Day 20 says to talk about your best friends..

umm, best friend.. hmphhh.. this reminds me of one significant happening in my life..

This is a bit personal, to be honest, Ive never shared this with anyone except for the character in the scene..

precisely, about two years back, during a very rocky period of my life, where I was literally done with everything, was on a vampire mode, (not that I went on sucking people's blood, chill, just I deprived me of people, day light and was in my room most of the time vigorously reading)..

that was the time, I literally had 0 friends, pushed away everyone I had just because I couldn't decipher who really is a friend, because of some wrong decisions I made in my life

And when I say it was a stormy period, it is but im very much thankful for the silver lining of the dark grey clouds in which my days were embedded in..

That was the time I started plugging in deep with my lord.. before that, I was a very much of an stay-out-always person who was rarely home, prayed only when I had the time and just because I had to (astaghfirullah)..

I remember, with time the loneliness I brough upon myself turned in on me and started suffocating, it was indeed a struggle, I wanted an affable presence but yet a part of me waged war on the clarity of people.. so all I did was everything could, read. cry and pray..

and there came a day where, I was just lying in my prayer mat praying Asr or Zuhr I guess, I aint sure but one of them, and there came this very strong urge from some where deep within myself to pray allah to help me get rid of this hollowness, emotiness, loneliness making home in my veins (ive never prayed such was before that was my first time), giving into the urge I did..

Within a week or two, a very kind hearted sister of mine, who I'd befriended in wattpad, requested me to join a WhatsApp group of girls who were head over heels over a favourite book of mine,

Despite being reluctant at first, with the approval of my mum I agreed.. and alhamdulillah that was my intro to my virtual family.. those girls were of different countries, of different language and we had loads of differences among us, but we were strong united by one common ground : Our love for books

And the very night I was saving their names one by one and there was this girl out of them who had the name of my favourite teacher.. and I texted her confirming her name and its Zing zing..

To say that we clicked on our very first message is an understatement we could literally feel the sparks in the air.. this time it was friendship at first text..

It all started with baby steps.. we talked and talked and talked.. everything I had to utter she patiently listened. She never judged she never criticised instead she provided me the presence I was craving for..
I realized she is the answer to my prayers uttered desperately and heard up in the heavens.. she was everything I literally needed.. far yet with time she became a part of my ownself..

To say that she is a gem of a person is never enough.. and despite me playing with words, I always fall short of it when it comes to say how much she means to me.. it's just whatever it is. It's simply not enough for everything she has given me.. for all those galloons of love she pours on me and my very few reaction I think she believes she matters very little to me.. but in fact it's quite the irony.. her presence in my life and heart is so gigantic and I'm unable to form words but to feel everything deep..

She was this other part of me born oceans apart.. we are never the same.. if I'm Marwa she is anti-Marwa.. because the very few similarities we share could be counted on our fingers..

She is sooo cheesy while I run away from cheese..
She loves pizza while I find it hard to finish even a slice..
She is way taller than me while I'm da tiny one..
She is much of dreams while I'm all adventures
She is the date person while I'm a stay- home and read..
She is the photographer while I'm all about captions (I stole this from ur line milky ik)
She is my milky while I'm her moccha..

Everything of us is literally polar opposites.. yet the love binding us together is so strong that we are addicted to each other..

She is my unable to live without.. no matter how much of a strong face I put up, infront of her it crumbles and she never looked down at me for being so impulsive and vulnerable yet always offered me the shoulder I've always wanted.. she brought me out of my shell, she made me see me for who I am and all this she did just by being her.. and I'm sure she doesnt even know how much of an impact she has on me

I annoy her.. I literally eat her brain.. I never respected her for who she is.. and ik for everything she has done for me, I have pushed her back.. hurt her many a times and made her cry and even seeing all my ugly shades she never left....many a times she bled at my ragged edges.. and when all the people shrivelled at my broken shards, she scouted closer and promised to bleed together..

And just within two years of time she become much of a person to me than everyone else for whom I would have died for..

And precious, this is just a bit of how much u mean to me.. and I guess I could publish another novel if I started to write about our bond.. as I always say you are the reflection of my prayers echoed up there in the heavens..

May we be the best for each other, may we keep on increasing each other in deen and in Sonya and may our friendship attain jannah, the place of its birth and let our bond be a reminded on earth how pure love and care survives all vileness on earth..
You mean the world to me jaani.. ily..

And peeps please say Mashaa alllah okay.. she is sooo precious for me to lose or to afford some grudges between us..

Soo until next time..