February 3rd, 2023

Here’s a super personal story. 10 years ago today it was Superbowl Sunday - I was living at graduate school an hour away from home. I came to visit my mom so I can grocery shop for her When I got upstairs she was asleep. I usually found her sleeping when I came in the house so I tried to wake her up but it didn’t work. I called my older sister who’s a doctor, she tried to walk me through some steps to wake her up, and none of them worked. I called the ambulance. When we got to the hospital they told me that she was in a coma. There’s a lot more to this story but 17 days later, my mom went back to Allah. Since then, I’ve learned so much about myself it’s insane. I’ve fought hard to heal. I’ve leaned on angel moms who embraced me with open arms, angel friends, family and real angels. I know I have one that guides and protects me. I know a lot of the stuff I do seems weird, feisty, offbeat even. But I don’t care, I’m healing, my way. This picture is from this morning. I wake up everyday and dance with the sun. I stretch in its embrace and I read a thank you letter to God and all the elements for giving me another healthy day of life. To experiment. To try. To live my life to the fullest. The hardest thing I ever had to do was watch my mom slowly fade over 17 days. There’s not much else that can shake me. Allah yirham my mom, who even in death continues to guide and teach me everyday. Alhamdullilah