To baba in exile,

I miss you so much, and I know you won’t be here tomorrow for Eid.

You won’t knock on my door and be the first to step into my home before my siblings, and in a week it will also be your birthday.

This is the third Eid that comes and you are not with us.

I love you, baba.

I will also miss my bro, my friend, and habibi Mohammed, He is an expatriate for years and cannot return here.

I miss you all so much, and I will wait for you.. even if they place a separating wall between us that reaches all the way to the clouds.

InshaAllah everything will be beautiful. 🫂