Early yesterday morning, an old friend of mine sent me a YM message asking me how I am etc. I told her I am fine despite my health which I think, in spite of all the training and conditioning, is simply slipping and going down the drain. I then asked her how she is and if she was going to celebrate the new year. Her reply came as a shock.
“I’m packing my stuff to get ready to move out of this house.”
One of the most romantic couples I have ever known, the couple who prayed for me day and night when I was going through one of the most tumultuous emotional episodes of my life, went through a divorce during the fasting month; and she was packing her clothes and personal belongings because it is coming to the end of her “iddah” period, and there is no light at the end of the tunnel for both of them. They simply will not get back together.
My heart weeps for her, and him.
And now, my dearest best friend, the best of best friends, is going through the same process. No matter how prepared I was, as it seemed imminent enough throughout, I begin to question life once again, of its unfairness.
And I feel helpless…
Nothing I do or say may help much, but all I can offer is probably solace, in any form it may come.
To that friend of mine who will be leaving my former neighbourhood with no chance of turning back, you have a friend in me should you need anything. Just look to the horizon.
To my dearest best friend, you know who you are as you read this blog often: you will always have my love and assistance should you need anything…anything at all. One SMS is all it takes and I will be there with no strings attached…anytime at all. As I have pledged to you once, that pledge remains, I will not let a single grain of harm anywhere near you for as long as God allows me to roam this earth on my own two feet, for as long as I continue to breathe.
Take this opportunity to start anew, and always remember your friends who hold you close to their heart.
And I am one of them.
Just don’t treat me like a stranger in times of need.

