The Would-Be Writer

Hey all.  I know it's late in the night, but this is when I do my best thinking. All my thoughts are running around in my head and writing all this down feels good.  It's almost been forty days since my grandfather passed away. And I still can't seem to come to grips with it. My life is still moving on, the world is revolving, but there is still something missing.  I don't think anyone can ever fill that space up. He was a gem of a person and I'm honestly trying to make him proud. I am going to fulfill all the dreams he ever had for me.  Throughout my life I have had people looking out for me. And one by one I lost those people. But I learned a lot from them. I learnt how never to let other people know your weaknesses from my ex. I learnt how never to forget Allah from my grandfather. I learnt how to always keep a poker face on infront of others from my dad. I learnt how to always keep an open mind from my mother. I learnt to cook from both my grandmothers. I learnt...

This date holds great importance to me as of this year. It's the day my beloved grandfather passed away. He was fine in the morning and he passed away on his way to the hospital. He always prayed for a painless death and that's exactly how he went.  It might sound morbid, but a painless death is the best thing Allah can grant you, out of the many blessings. He just went, and I still can't believe it. My younger sister told me to be strong and calm about things. That's what everyone told me. Be calm Daariya pray for him.  While all the while I just wanted to scream and cry out for the pain I felt in every part of my body.  He was an amazing man. And I hate inserting a past tense while talking about him. He was my hero my idol and the man from whom I learnt a lot. He always always had his pride and dignity. He was my super hero.  He was a police man. Worked all his life to give his kids a good enough education to make something of themselves. Married two daughters and ...