Innalillahi wa inna ilahi raji'un (to Allah we belong and to Him we shall return)

Mawar Nafastari, it has been 12 long years since we truly spoke to one another. And for the first time in that many years, I heard your sister's voice. And that only occurred because a tragedy has befallen you and your little ones. How I long to go back to those years when we wrote notes about our childish delights and hopes and dreams... But believe me dear when I say that in the four years that I have been away from my home country, I have thought of you often and hoped that we would somehow be confidants once more. Then perhaps at this moment, I can be by your side instead of waiting for the phone call saying that you are ready to take visitors. Then maybe I can hug you earnestly and comfort you by saying that as Nafastari's rose, you are with thorns, giving you defense against those who meant you harm, your smell evokes pleasant feelings, making your acquaintances delighted, you are beautiful, aesthetically and inside, your branch is strong, and so is your will, for you children will look to you for strength and courage. 

I am guilty to not do more than just find out the news from your on your profile but I smile every time you post a new entry and I read your late husband's musings with much intrigue and awe. I never knew him yet I respect his opinions and views, often agreeing with them as well. I am sure that is how you would like him to be remembered. I reread his entries today and saw many of his friends feel the same way. We shall all make dua's for his soul. May he walk with the righteous come the Day of Judgement.

You and I, we planned to meet this time as you were in Pakistan when I am in Malaysia and I was in Perth when you were in Malaysia. I still plan to see you and though it is wishful thinking to want to go back as we were, I still hope for it. Lest, I will simply be glad to see that you harbour no regrets and to see your little girls with you. I await the call...