Final year of my twenties. What an era lived, survived, and thrived. It might be the end of the decade, but the start of an age, so long live, Abul Munzeer.
Home is where the heart is. It went great the first time, I had to do it twice. Surprised my parents with the help of my sisters. They had no idea I am coming home for Raya. Truly blessed to reunite with everyone again. All 17 of us!! Alhamdulillah.
august checklist:
air? salty
door? rusty
lost? in the memory
changing? for the better
wanting? was enough
plans? cancelled
meeting? behind the mall
you? never mine
living? for the hope of it all
