somewhere last week i struggled so hard realising his duas for me has stopped, and i will not be successful anymore. i walk proud and loud knowing god has me because of my dad's duas. and now, i sit here because it's me who has to do the duas now for him
When i feel the loneliest in this grief, no one is around to actually, actually be there for me, but im reminded that the one that kept it all working and keeping me together is Allah. He's the one who is ever listening to me.