Missing

"Sometimes you randomly start missing someone," said sister Yasmin Mogahed. An inevitable occurence I guess, at least for me, at these very moment.

Staying put in a place where I've never really stayed for that long sure brings back memories. Time sure flew fast, and my memories of the last 10-11 years of my life was focussed on my days at the hostel. And time flew fast, never really got the chance to reminisce.. And now I get to experience flashbacks every now and then, every here and there..

Then I get to meet a few people from different chapters of my life. Meeting a friend whom I've last met about 13-14 years ago really triggered that overwhelming 'old' feeling. But this guy, Allah has protected him from sorrow. Though he can't think like 'normal' people, he is more a servant of Allah than most people that I know. He does salat, and does them at the masjid! "You're the naughty one back then, right?" he asked. Yeah, correct.

Then I get to meet friends whom I knew ever since primary school, and some from secondary. Strange, though it was just passing by at the road, or though it was just waving our hands, it felt like we were that close back then when in fact we didnt.

Well my point is, how I wish that we'll still be friends untill today, tomorrow and Jannah (aameen). But the day when I hijrah-ed, I lost most of my friends. Some became my brothers, and some became more like strangers. Not because I hijrah-ed though, by then we already went to separate ways..

But nevertheless, alhamdulillah.. for nothing happens without reasons, for I believe that each encounters and partings has purposes