Ismuhu Ahmed
May 25th, 2026. I'll always grateful that I met him in my early thirties. We grow together as we embrace the new decade of our life, and to me, gained the biggest life lessons I've ever had. Our season may have ended again, but that's fine. Because it leads me to a new realisation that; as it turns out, after all the umrah, the repentance, the strike fasting of Dzulhijjah I had last year, I still have same situation again in the next year. Same person, same issue, same mistake. But not everything is the same. He came back, only to helped me realise that something in me has changed. My situation is the same, but the way I responded to it, is completely different. I've been making the same du'a for years and yet nothing changed. Only now I can see why. For the last ten years, I kept making du'a out of desperation. Out of misery. Busy seeing my self as the victim of an abandoned child. The du'as were always targetted to patch the hole in my life. I was too fo...