" It's not easy to hold it in inside;
nor is this silence I willingly abide,
so I let my words through these pages ride"

Thursday, April 21, 2011

My home

I miss my home so bad. I miss the home where I live with my husband. Our simple home where we live our simple lives. Our little world. Who knew I would ever miss that home more than my real home?

I miss spending time with ny husband. Just the two of us. I miss talking to him, kissing him randomly. I miss making coffee quite early in the morning for him. I miss listening to him reciting Quran. I miss my kitchen. I miss our balcony. I miss our bedroom. I miss it all.

I realize that it is my home now.