Home Illness

I miss the ride to the local grocery shop at late evenings with Abah.

I miss early breakfasts with Mama at the market's stall. 

I miss the sound of Mama waking me up in the morning.

I miss the warmth of my bedroom in the afternoon.

I miss the sun rays that passes through my bedroom window when the sun begins to set.

I miss the late night talks with Mama.
I miss greeting Abah coming home from working.

I miss the late night coffees with Mama.

I miss Abah's lame jokes.

I miss the warmth of my parents' hugs.

I miss Abah's Qur'an recitation after maghrib.

I miss the sound of Adhan at my local masjid.

I miss Mama's dinner meal.

I miss movies with my sisters.

I miss my adorable little cat.

I miss the regular Qur'an recitations at my local masjid.

I miss the warmth of the Sun.

I miss the sound of Mama's Al-Kahfi recitation on Fridays.

I miss the Friday atmosphere in front of my house when people rushed for Jumaah prayer.

I miss Nasi Berlauk in the morning.

I miss baking for my family.

I miss grocery trip with Mama.

I miss weekend trip to Alamanda with my family.

I miss doing silly things with my silly little sisters.

I miss kissing Khawlah's chubby cheeks.

I miss my brother teasing me.

I miss eating out with my family.

I miss the sound of Mama's cooking in the kitchen.

I miss the little things I took for granted.

Sorry for the emotional post. I'm having one of those days where I felt like I've made the wrong decision coming to the UK and all I wanted to do is go home to my parents. lolololololololol