A smile is a curve that sets everything straight

 

My final whisper: 2011

My final whisper is love

My final whisper: I’m calling it a night. I wanted to step away from books and let my own words speak instead.

My final whisper is love, gentle and steady, wrapping my heart in peace before sleep.

When Love Becomes Memory

The past six months have been a storm I never saw coming. Three hearts I loved, three souls I cherished, gone. First, my high school friend. Her battle with cancer ended in October 2025. Five years of fighting, five years of hope, all slipping through my hands. Then my sister’s biological father. A man she found peace with, a man I prayed she would understand and forgive. He left this world leaving memories and lessons wrapped in fragile threads of connection. And now my uncle, my father’s oldest brother, a piece of my family’s history, a part of my heart. I hold their memories close because nothing else can bring them back. And still I keep going, carrying the weight of what was and what can never be again.

My final whisper: Grief is heavy. It burns. It melts. And yet it forces me to feel every ounce of love I was lucky enough to know. Life feels sharper, emptier, and more precious all at once.

Ramadan Mubarak: Moonlit Blessings, Grateful Hearts, and the Strength Within

Ramadan Mubarak to my sisters and brothers around the world. As I sit and reflect, my heart feels so full. My son will, God willing, be 18 soon, and my daughter, inshaAllah, will be 32. Where did the years go? Watching them grow has been one of the greatest honors of my life. I am also blessed with a beautiful granddaughter who is truly the light of my life, and a wonderful son in law who brings so much goodness to our family. What a blessing. It has been almost 16 years since I moved back from the UAE, and that journey alone has been eye opening in ways I could never have imagined. Life has had its lessons, its challenges, and its growth, but through it all I remain thankful and deeply grateful for everything Allah has given me. I will try my best to be more active here because when I write my heart feels so much peace. There is something healing about putting thoughts into words. I have also picked up the beautiful habit of reading hard covered books again, and I truly enjoy my quiet life in my humble home with my son. Every chapter, every test, every joy has shaped who I am today. Alhamdulillah for it all.

My final whisper. Ya Allah, keep my heart soft and my home filled with barakah. Protect my children and my granddaughter. Let gratitude never leave me and peace stay close to my soul. Alhamdulillah for everything.