I received a hand-written letter.
Judging from the writing, I thought I was able to tell who sent it to me very easily.
It was from someone. Someone I have known before.
I was certain, 100% sure it was from her.
Excited I tore the envelope and immediately threw it away.
Took out the letter and began to read it.
" It took you years to write this to me"
I murmured. Had not started reading the content yet.
That delighted I was. A bit frustrated as well.
Had she sent it a bit earlier, I would have felt better.
A lot better.
I read every sentence with a smile on my face.
It was like I took a trip down memory lane.
I could hear Mama calling for me.
I immediately stopped reading so that I could hide her letter, as she neared my room.
Mama's voice echoed and became slightly louder than it was before.
I squinted as the light went on, was not able to open my eyes completely.
'It's time for Sahur' said Mama.
It was that moment I realised it was a dream.
My hope was shattered.
So was my happiness.
Still I thanked God for that few-minutes happiness. Though it did not last or even worse was not real.
Happy Fasting, everyone!