Bismillah 

“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”

-Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy

If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you may have noticed how I’ve mentioned my daddy issues in-between. It’s been about three months since my father’s been back in Cape Town. The topic of our conversations was always my bae-to-be, but since he’s no longer in the picture, we haven’t had a one-on-one conversation. We tend to live past each other as he comes home late and I leave early. May sound familiar to you, as it does to many. 

So my father took this morning as an opportunity to finally speak about something that had come up, as I stayed home today. 

Once we resolved the matter, it lead to a whole world of wonders – The kind of conversation that made me need to cry in the bathroom as soon as it was over. I unreservedly cried until I was satisfied. Not tears of hurt, but tears of healing.  

When you’re ready to heal, the circumstance will arise. Much like the old adage “When the student is ready, the master will appear.” 

I don’t know if anything will come of it after this, but I no longer bear any expectations. I never thought today’s unreserved conversation would ever happen, so who knows?
All I can say is that I’m proud of the young lady I’ve become, and I’m happy to say that I’ve reached the point where I no longer need anyone to pat me on the back. 

I pray that everyone gets there. 

With best of du’as for your worldly and Hereafter success,

Wasfeeya