I miss just sitting in the same room as him and not saying anything. I miss talking to him about his day at work and his life and thoughts. I miss talking to him about Man Utd and I miss talking to him about the Pakistan cricket team.
I miss giving him these huge hugs out of the middle of nowhere when we both happen to be standing at the same time and hugging him by surprise.
I just miss him.
Exactly 1 month before I see him, in sha Allah.
I go weeks and months without talking to my parents. Today the timer reset to zero. I woke up from a nap and my first thought was to call my mum.
I can’t remember the last time I called my parents. I think it’s been a few weeks.
It always breaks my heart when I talk to them. They’re both getting older. Mum was in an accident a few weeks ago and she’s still not 100%. My dad was complaining about his health too.
They were both so happy when I told them I’d be home in five weeks and three days. My mother asked me to bring a jai namaz (prayer mat) back from Mecca for her and some zam-zam water. My dad didn’t ask for anything. They both wanted me to just come home. I think they miss me a lot. The house is so empty with just the two of them living there now.
They’re going to go to Pakistan on the 22nd of March for two months. My cousin is getting married out there. My mum doesn’t have much family left there now and doesn’t think she’s going to be visiting all that many times again in the future. She’s not sure what to expect. I told her I was going to move out to my brother’s house when they leave. I didn’t tell her that I might not come back home after that.
Time to be less of a bad brother now and call my sisters.
