Mak

Dear Mak,

I'm not really sure where to start this letter, because I have so much to say. I think it's always difficult as a child to express a lot of things to their mother, especially if it's just thanking you for being you.

Mak,

Thank you for being there for me whenever I needed you. Thanks for rubbing my back all the times I was sick.

Thank you for always being my mother- an example of strength, compassion, love, faith, honesty, sacrifice and a million other things.

Thank you for never being my best friend. I'm thankful that you correct me when I'm wrong, push me to be a better version of myself and challenge me to try harder, to be an upstanding woman of strength. I appreciate your willingness to be a mom and not try to be the "hip mom." I know I never said it, but I am thankful for every time you acted as my mother and not my friend, because I know those moments have truly impacted my growth.

The truth is Mom, I could write an entire novel of things to thank you for. You have sacrificed more than I thought humanly possible, for the happiness of your children. You are the true definition of an amazing mother and I am so blessed to have you in my life.

I know raising me wasn't easy (I'm sure you wanted to pull your hair out more often than not). But I want you to know nothing that you did for me went unnoticed. You are one of the people I am most thankful for in my life.

I always wanted your hugs after a long, long day of flying home from school. But you never did.. which then I growing in brave and strong

I love how your intuition is always right, whether it takes a few days or months to reveal to me

I'm sorry for all the times we fought. I'm sorry for all the times I didn't have enough time to talk to you, but you always there and made time for me.

You have given me not only life, but a life to be happy living. You are a warrior; my idol of strength and resilience. I would not be half the woman I am today if it weren't for you.

Mak, I know you won’t read this, I consider this is a late letter to be presented as you are now lying weak and frail. Looking at you every day at your condition now.. my heart is trembling screaming.. How sad I’m.. but being your child.. the feeling will never be expressed physically. Every day and night, to Allah I pray, to Allah I ask your health to be recovered, to Allah I ask your forgiveness..

Mak…. Fogive me… forgive for everything……………………………..

Love always.