Bismillah 2020 is equal to the year of a roller coaster ride which always goes up. It’s like a movie where the rising action takes 2/3 of the storyline and I found myself countless time standing at the edge of a cliff and ready to jump. Until the day the man of my du’a shook Abah’s hand during our solemnisation. I wasn’t nervous that morning, I felt like watching the sunset by the beach while the wind calmly dancing on my skin. I wasn’t scared of the day that was about to end as if I was sure I would be accompanied by the moon. I am indeed yakeen, after years of being suffocated by uncertainty. 2020 isn’t that bad, yes my pain and nightmares do not just disappear into thin air when my husband stepped into my life but now Allah has lent me him to hold my hand every time those things haunt me. Telling me, he’s my person. Convincing me, there’s something Allah wants me to learn. Reminding me how much Allah loves me. I vividly remember Mir asked me why him? I said I don’t have THE EXACT O