Some thoughts ..

Sometimes when I am talking with my best friend whom is the only one I have told about my mother death.. when I write the sentence and read it, especially when it is in Arabic, I honestly have trouble believing that it is real...

It is just something that I contemplated and feared for long ... and it all happened very fast too... Sometimes it is hard to believe that it is real... although i know that it is real, but idk how to describe that strange feeling when i see the sentence written... Like really? So i get to write this ... when I thought this happens only to other people.. something like that.