I remember the day so clearly.

Being called out of class. It all seemed so surreal. I didn't know what to think of it. My mind went into panic mode. Out of the building, in the cold, surrounded by friends, phones calls made.

Breathe in. Breathe out. I need to be brave. I need to hold it in. But the fear kicks in. The panic takes over and thoughts are rushing in my head.

Then the last call is made. Only a few hours left. We haven't even left but now we can't go. My heart breaks into pieces.

NO! We are going. Tears are shed with no sign of stopping. Can we make it in time?

We're rushing to get there but it's been done. It's over. But can we still go? How can we face them? The guilt sets in, eating me up but I can't turn back.

I knew we weren't welcome but they still let us in. I don't know how I stood there watching with endless tears falling. Our silent cries filling the room. I can't believe this is it. I didn't even get to say goodbye.

All the time we had to see you were wasted. All wasted. The guilt slowly consuming me, more and more.

But I can't remember you from that day. All your smiles and love that you shared with us even through your pain is what I'll always remember. My prayers will always be with you. This is the way it was meant to be. You will never be forgotten.

I hope to see you again best friend, sister. In Sha Allah.