Today is a new day...a day of hopes, a day of hopelessness...a day of acceptance of prayers, a day of rejection of my prayers. This day 1 year back I lost my paternal uncle. It was a tragic day and his demise shook us all internally. We could hardly believe what was happening also because this was very sudden, and he was just 51...I never got to have long chit chats or deep, lengthy conversations with him as he was an introverted and reserved person and liked to talk less but was an equally generous and kind-hearted person, a pure soul in and out who could never do anything bad for anyone, not even to those who did bad with him at a certain point in life. A self-made man, caring and empathetic he was. I always saw him at peace and patience, I have never seen him shooing off any beggar away from him rather he always gave money to the poor and needy ones. He always made me feel like he is my second dad after my own biological father and I always felt sweet, fatherly vibes from him. I have sweet, silent memories with him which I will always remember. Can't believe it's been a year to this shock. I just know he is at complete peace up there and is watching me, blessing me and is much happier than he used to be in this harsh world :') I wish the best place in paradise for him and wish to meet him in our afterlife in heaven inshaAllah. Ameen ❤ I miss you, chacha!