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Happy Birthday Maa!!

Ajeeb baat hai, mein ne socha tha, aaj I will be happy..I will cook some nice dishes, recite a dua for you, n be smiling..I could move through the day like this, but when the sun sets, somewhere in my heart a darkness assembles, and I realize not a year would go by when I wont shed a tear on ur birthday!! I so miss you, I couldn't thank you even, for making me a wonderful person (at heart) yess, even if I say so myself.. I know it deep down, no matter how much arrogant ppl can think Ariens are, how bossy, n mebbe selfish.. but you instilled great values in me.. and I pray I can instill the same amazing values in chitto bitto!! :D


For that every night you put me to sleep, I can never thank you, ever!!
For that every morning you came in my dreams, to give me a moral support that I needed much more than anything, I can not utter a thanks...
For every thing you did for me, I appreciate it a lot, but my only regret is I can't talk to you.. Life is so unbelievable, so short, so on the brink of falling the deep ocean!  I am glad I poured my heart out to you, but I am sad I cant do it anymore.. yet I believe Allah is so kind, you can read all of this, n also all of that which goes in my mind!


There are so many things which we could have done today together.. but Alhamdulillah for those things which we did when you were here... eating a chaat with you, aik plate aur do spoons.. I miss you! letting me drink as much juice as I want... getting me all the spicy snacks!! letting me have dinner delivery, getting me bangles, shoes, having so little, you taught me never to hurt a child for money, for material things... and this is what matters, when you don't value money so much, you don't have that craving to buy everything, you really taught me Maa!! thank you!!!

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aimen said…
This moved me to tears! :'(((
Fri Feb 14, 04:59:00 PM
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