When Abu Takes the Wheel

Seasons come and go. They turn into years.

I've been through so many relationships.

I've known how to love in capacities and bounds. Friends, friendships, associations, love, marriage, in-laws.

Safe to say I've grown considerably over the years.

And yet, to sit in the passenger seat in the car while my father drives, I feel like a little girl.

Expecting a treat. Not the kind you'd eat. That's probably what I would have expected as a child.

Now I know the best treat of sitting with him in a car, with him all to myself.

The treat lies in learning something new, still. And to be able to look at the world differently, once more.

I'm looking too much into it? Hardly. All of this took place in the solitary zap as soon as the wheels rolled into movement.

Alhamdu lillah, for being consumed by so much all at once, and still have space to contain more for the future.

Argh. That Feeling.

When you read what someone says about love, and wish you'd come up with the same choice of words. Only before them, to make it your own and in effect, to give it to him.

Things I wish I'd penned for Ryz before someone else wrote them. For whomever or whatever. 

Feelings like, "I've learned to count on you as my own fingers." Feelings I've learned, and have become a part of me.

Close enough to touch.