To start with, I hope you are in good health and the best of Imaan.
In reality, there are so many versions of what I am about to write, and for the most part, they all revolve around the fact that you Omar, remind me of a dear friend of mine. Years ago, in high school, I had a friend who was known for making everyone laugh. One day, I saw a different side of him; the side we all have in common. Surely, it takes pain to understand pain. Long story short, life took a run at me, and I shared my agony with him, and in return, I heard what I needed to hear, that I was going to be fine, eventually. But, I also heard what I didn’t sign up for; his plate of misery. Oh, my. My heart shattered. I couldn’t imagine someone that I knew and cared about experienced unspeakable horror. In those moments, I knew what had happened to me was nothing compared to him and countless others, but it still took me years to get over my own encounter. Having grown from it, all I can say is you can’t fully get over it, but you can learn to live with it. Not many people know this secret; even fewer succeed it.
In any case, I would like to share the following excerpt of what I wrote to my friend as your day arrived earlier than his.
So, the question remains? Why am I telling you all of this? Because somehow, I feel you may be able to relate.
Altogether, make of what I’ve written, what you want. And I wish you, Omar, swift and concrete freedom. May you live to discover and project the best version of yourself. May you continue to hope for a better and brighter tomorrow. May your sheer strength inspire others. May your beautiful character aid you against your enemies.
Cheers to your newfound freedom, however, limited it may be for now. Cheers to the amazing human beings in your life. Cheers to catching up on life. Cheers to what the future holds.