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d out 'May seventh' on every of their calendars- the feeling was satisfying. She could remember loosing her mother naturally__with no illness or anything. Her mother slept at the night, little did th

ang in her ears now. Adeelah wiped her tear away and hugged her pillow. "I missed you so much Oum. I still miss you." She sniffed. Hajiya Sadiya had tried her best undoubtedly, but she could never be like her Oum. No one could replace her Oum ever. She wanted to let go, feel free and accept love but she couldn't. After her Oum's death, the only person she welcomed was Fatimah, her best friend. Aside that, she was afraid of loving something or someone lest she would loose it or them. She knew it was crazy but she had no choice. Behind that loud girl was a girl that yearned for love. A pure and serene love not the type of heartbreaking love she had heard about. She wanted someone to give her their all without expectations. Someone to be just there for her, and someone who could adjust to her level. Someone to make her feel worthy. And they should never leave. She rummaged through the stuff. There were birthday cards and letters attached to them. Yes, her mother used to give her a birthday card after every birthday. Maybe she wrote them and kept them. 'Happy eleventh birthday Adeelah' My baby girl is growing. Eleven, excellent! I can remember when I was eleven, I was a happy child always quiet and reserved. My father used to call me Sabreen. And sometimes while he sat in the backyard, he would call me. I would sit together with him. He normally said: Be patient Ayaat, let patience be your lifestyle. Thus, your life will take the best shape. I didn't attach a lot of meaning to that. I knew what patience is. When someone slaps you and tells you sorry then you smile and forgive them was my definition of patience. But it was bigger than that. Patience isn't easy as it seems. It's not an instant attitude. You have to practice it before it becomes part of you. The flower you nurture, water most often, grows beautifully and bloom. The attitude you nurture grows bigger and occupies every portion of your heart thereby becoming your habit. Nurture and inculcate patience in your heart Adeelah. You may not understand this at eleven I am sure. But remember some day I will leave the world and you see, you have to be patient habibty. Adeelah didn't go further than that line. She folded the paper and put everything back. She pushed the nylon under her bed as she held her whimper. She would read others someday. It was the truth. She had to be patient, willy nilly. The lack of patience won't bring her mother back. She sped to the bathroom and turned her shower. Adeelah stood there and let both tears and water cascade down her face. She let out her emotions until she felt better. That's why she loved water. It soothed her more than one could imagin

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