You broke me first- Tate McRae



A month since the passing of Baba. A month since the day my mom started staying in doors, a month since I last saw my father's usual friends or even doctor. Three days since my third visit to the market.



I started going there from school again since my mom is now home, I claim some stuffs on days she cares and keep quiet on days she doesn't.



On my third visit, I told Rayyan what happened.



"My dad died" I had said as we sat at our usual spot



He looked at me with concern "I'm so sorry"



I shook my head "It's not that he is my dad or I've known him for years that

hurts. It's finally connecting to him, getting to know him and then it ending just as it started. Almost like getting a glass gem and it breaking into a thousand pieces just as you grasp it"



He nodded "May Allah ease your affair"



I smiled "Ameen"



"I only speak with my siblin

Dandelions- Ruth B



Forgive me, Ammarah.



I absolutely have no words and no eyes to face you after all I've did. The day I watch you walk into the hospital room and saw a war raging in your eyes; choice between walking in to sit next to me or stand at the door like a stranger, because that's what you basically see me as, a stranger. I realized my days of nonchalance attitude and how it has affected you. I was sorry for my actions but knew there were far too many things to be sorry for. So I am writing you this letter, hopefully when you finish it, you forgive me.



I knew I have failed Ammarah, I have failed you, myself and your parent. I've failed the oath I took silently to myself when I saw your father holding your wailing mother. I have failed the hearts that nurtured you, hearts that loved you and still align your pictures on their hallway. Hearts that mourn you, cry for you an

In my blood- Shawn Mendes



Life turned anew. It was almost like summer approaching when winter isn't gone. Like your days of gloomy weathers suddenly being replaced by the bright sun. Days you didn't plan for yet, days you didn't foresee.



These were the days I was living.



My mother was at leave and so she stayed and helped the nurse take care of my father. In the morning I go to school, come back and meet my parent either in their room, at the living room or outside. They are always together. Though not always talking, but always together.



When I leave, they bid me goodbye together. When I come back, they welcome me together. We sit and watch movies for some minutes before I go back to my room. I am still not entirely comfortable, but it was a huge progress from where we were.



It was more than obvious my father is the one trying to make moments out of it. Almost like he rec

You broke me first- Tate McRae



A month since the passing of Baba. A month since the day my mom started staying in doors, a month since I last saw my father's usual friends or even doctor. Three days since my third visit to the market.



I started going there from school again since my mom is now home, I claim some stuffs on days she cares and keep quiet on days she doesn't.



On my third visit, I told Rayyan what happened.



"My dad died" I had said as we sat at our usual spot



He looked at me with concern "I'm so sorry"



I shook my head "It's not that he is my dad or I've known him for years that

hurts. It's finally connecting to him, getting to know him and then it ending just as it started. Almost like getting a glass gem and it breaking into a thousand pieces just as you grasp it"



He nodded "May Allah ease your affair"



I smiled "Ameen"



"I only speak with my siblings whenever I get the chance to. As for my dad, I don't know how he is or if he's alive or dead"





Chapter 11