Dear Wafa,

Life has been pretty hectic since the arrival of the twins but I couldn't let July slide by without writing to you. It has been fifteen years, my dear friend, and how I would love to see you this moment!

You see, a few minutes ago, I had a flashback into some of my old, old dreams that I have long forgotten and suddenly, it's as if I am that twelve-year-old all over again, with (now) silly wishes and longings. Sometimes amidst all the running around, I miss the old me. I miss who I used to be, especially when I am at my worst. I am sure that this will pass, in sha Allah, once the kids grow up a bit and stop getting on my nerves so much. But there are times when I hate the way I have turned out, and I have wondered quite a bit how you would be if you were still here.

I think one of the reasons why I still hold on to our memories so much is because I used to be my best when you were around. I am waiting for that tears-of-joy moment when I get to see you again in Jannah, when I can put all the things I can't express into a hug. Miss you, Wafu.