Its even harder at night... Is this how its going to be now? then how do I cope? because going to bed now seems like a trigger for panic attack. I hear your voice. I see your face. and I know you're gone.
No one will ever be like you grandpa And no one can ever replace you in our hearts. May Allah's Noor and Rahmah illuminate your grave. Until we meet in Jannah.
The road has thorns and in the process of walking our way to success we get scarred many which won't fade away but it will all be in the past once we succeeded in becoming what we want.