3.36 am

I'm at my Aunt's house.

Her brother, (my Uncle) past away the day before last back home in Africa. May Allah SWT have mercy on his soul, amiin.

We're all here.

The window slightly open with cool air cupping my neck.

I drew two new dress designs that I'm going to cut tomorrow.

I'm slurping on honey nut cheerios.

Staring occasionally to my left at my cousins who are sleeping.

They are two statuesque young ladies positioned beautifully in bunkbeds that they outgrew and left years ago.

I'm re-evaluating things.

Looking to decisions I made and things I've said, most notably last weekend.

I know I made the right decision.

Can I be honest?

This life startles me.

It's pace.

It's blinding glare and then how it lulls to something so translucently soft.

Subhan'Allah.

Allah SWT knows best.

Always.