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i wish i had a sister who could share some of these responsibilities with me. my feet, shoulders, everything hurts because i tried to do it all in one day.

that house had been abandoned for so long, everything was covered in dust.

laundry wasn't a big deal bc the machine did everything but all the other chores, graveyard and hospital visits on the same day?? what was i thinking.

today really wore me out

i went to the hospital, checked on her then i dipped.

i watched my mom die before my eyes, but my brain shut my emotions off to protect me. on the third day, when the female scholar forgot part of the prayer, i continued praying and i wailed while begging Allah for my mom’s maghfirah. ya Allah have mercy on her.

my aunt is critically ill with severe edema, diabetes and progressive organ failure. she’s been hospitalized for a long time. pls keep her in your prayers

her children have returned from abroad. even my uncle, dad, and brother came back this week.

my aunt is critically ill and hospitalized in the same hospital where mom took her last breath, but i just can't bring myself to go back there, even to ask about her well-being.

i came back to visit mom's grave, never expecting an emergency to bring me so close to the hospital where she died. i can't make myself return to the place where i lost her.

every corner remembers mom. that's what makes being there unbearable

i drove here to visit mom, came back home got all the chores done and now i'm just sitting in front of the mirror wondering how one person can be such a pretty disaster

happy independence day to my balti oomfs 😭

it’s laundry day, so every bedsheet, curtain, mattress cover, sofa cover, and comforter is getting washed. nobody in this house is safe, not even the furniture

november better be gentle bc october already tested my patience.

i swear this house doesn't miss me it misses its cleaning lady.

there were so many newly made graves of little kids and martyrs that i kept losing track of which row my mom was buried in

there were so many graves with names similar to my mom's and some even had the same date of death. every time i thought i had found hers, it turned out to be someone else's.

the most heartbreaking part was that i couldn't remember where my own mom's grave was. i searched through the graveyard looking at so many graves including those of little children before finally finding hers. it honestly broke me

i couldn't even process half his questions because of my apd, but the few i did catch were werid. i just kept reciting surah yaseen completely nonchalant and left