Parents.
One word, two beautiful souls, countless Duas, immeasurable amount lf sweat and tears, forgiving easily, loving my *true* nature in its most imperfect nature, giving everything just to see me smile and above all not expecting anything in return from me.
Alhamdulillah thumma alhamdulillah. Words cannot suffice how they can endure all this and yet love me, a child who is not worthy of all those love for I haven't served them enough for this 19 years of life.
Go and talk to your parents. Get off the phone and stop saying "I'm coming" when they call you. Stop pretending busy. Walk out the friends party/gathering if your mom calls you to talk to you. Buy your dad his favourite watch. Watch his favourite football team win and when it wins, cheer together with him even when your team lost. Call them everyday and when they ask "is there anything" just say you felt like saying I love you. Whatsapp your parents more than liking Facebook status of a virtual friend whom probably you will never meet in life.
Parents. One word. Connects right away with my raw soul.
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