Regret

Not long enough, Mom. Thirty-seven years was too short. But Allah said stop. So it’s done. Now the only thing left is just regrets.

I’m sorry I didn’t listen you enough. I’m sorry I rebelled more than obeyed. I’m sorry I hurt you the most with my acts and words. I’m sorry for everything, Mommy..

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