I spent the whole day going through my folders and paper work. I found notes and letters he sent to me. My heart sunk, it bleed, I cried I prayed. He has this beautiful effect on me.
Whenever I think of him I think of Allah swt and how desperately I want to be an ideal muslimah.

I piled my photos on the shelf. My happiness only reflective through frames and nothing more.

The glee and happiness I get from reading a riped note, or standing for salat is immeasurable. No numeric measure could determine the happiness and peace that fills my heart and soul.

These have all been introduced to my life by him. 

I cant wait for the day my heart is whole again but moreso the day I get to live my life outside the shadows in the best muslimah fashion.

I miss you but I remember Allah swt in every breathe I take.

You have given me the greatest gift.