it was the first day of Ramadan 1435 AH.
I made a special beverage for you, one of a few favourite of yours, freshly squeezed orange juice.
one last actual celebration.
but worry not.
you will always have me remember every single details of you.
even at the expense of my own sufferings.
as long as I'm allowed to have this memories.
I will keep it secured in a chest.
a treasure more precious and valuable than that of Qarun's.
wouldn't trade it for the world.
I will live this life forever yearning for you.
maybe that's one way to honour you.
who would have thought, though...
23 days after celebrating your birthday, I'd have to add another date on my calendar.
the day I dread.
but that's a story for another day.
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