Another day of feeling loved

 In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

She was happily watching the drama when she heard the sound of notifications coming in. She took a look on her phone. She saw the date. 10 December 2020. Ah, it's that time of the year again. How fast time went by this year. 

She smiled reading all those wishes. Warm. That is the best thing about celebrating a birthday. You just remember how beautiful the world is. It has been a while since.

For her, never once her birthday went by without a beautiful memory. It might be a very simple celebration, or once there were just wishes but then she knows that we are all growing old and living our lives together, and that means more. In the end, the thoughts are all that matters. 

She is not good with her words, but she knows she felt so good to get another chance, to live yet another year: and also accepting the reality that she is actually growing older every single day. And that a nikmat that we frequently overlooked. From the day she was first born, no one knows how long she was going to live. No one can ensure a certain number of minutes and hours that we have left. And even now, even though she is celebrating it today, it might just be another day before she will go back, to where she belongs. To unite with her origins. But here she is, getting another journey to be better.

Alhamdulillah.

She smiled. 

It is indeed another day of feeling loved. 

From family, friends and me. 

NY.
22122020.
Post it a lil late but itzokay.