To Him We Belong, and to Him We Shall Return

I was in the car on my way to work. I just started my engine and plugged my phone in for music and navigation when I saw your messages. Or message. An emoji. A sad one. I already knew it was going to hurt. A part of my brain wanted to deny it still. I read the message that preceded it for confirmation. But I didn’t need it because you’d never send a sad emoji without reason. The tone of your texts was also generally upbeat, happy, and hopeful. But it wasn’t that fateful morning. I suppose everything is fateful, and as a Muslim, I believe that. But that morning felt like the wind, clouds, and skies conspired. I’ve had to cry, pause, cry again, read, pray, and isolate myself to not go down the path of anger and resentment. They say it is healthy to feel anger, but it takes experience and wisdom to know that anger is a feeling to nip early. <a href="https://medium.com/blueinsight/to-him-we-belong-and-to-him-we-shall-return-bf4a49c8ca3b">Visit Now</a>