When you think you found an ounce of happiness enough to carry you for the rest of 2020 but it became another departure story.
I can't imagine being inflicted with two heartbreaks in one year and yet here I am.
Sometimes I ask if I am married to the blues.
If I am doomed to be alone.
Still I need to be thankful of this plot twist. I could have gone mad. Worth it. Still is.
I was about to lose it.
I was seriously numb and hopeless.
Twist.
But I am lost. Again. At loss.
I have been losing all my life.
Hold on, Ahmad.
Hold on to your dear sanity.
