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I miss him!

I miss him!

I miss him when I’m lost. When I don’t know what to do.

I miss him!

I miss him when I’m hurt, when I don’t understand how.

I miss him!

I miss him when I’m lonely, when I feel I’m not understood.

I miss him!

I miss him when I read about the lucky ones that could just saunter over to his house and talk their heart out to him.

I miss him!

I miss him when I read about how casually they could tell him about a dream that bothered them.

I miss him!

I miss him when my sins burden me and I read of the man who came to him when his sin burdened him. And he laughed to reassure the man!

I miss him!

I miss him when my kid plays with Bruno the cat and I remember how he went to console the boy whose pet bird died.

I miss him!

I miss him when I scold my little one and remember how Anas r.a said he was never reprimanded for what he did or did not do!

I miss him!

I miss him when i try to teach the right thing at the right time and remember how he had impeccable timing, never saying too little or too much. Never burdening, forever enlightening!

But mostly if I could talk to him. Just once if I could speak to him, I would tell him it hurts!

It hurts to be in this dunya without him. Every passing second increases the ache. It’s as if every single limb is in pain. Every joint, every cell, every single organ calls out for him.

The heart is separated from the Beloved. Bereft of companionship of the one who is beloved to the Beloved.

And so everything hurts.

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