HudaFatima

You will never get a second chance to do it right.

How do we measure our strength if ever we have any. In what exactly?

When you least expect, someone is going to walk through that door giving you a run down of your bygones and getting you hooked.

Losing people so early in life changes something inside of us.

It's the second time. More scarier than first. What if he too doesn't love me.

The ride through the pain and grief over loss to death is chaotic and dreadful. People leave for a different unreachable world but death lives every day right infront of your eye through their absence

Sometimes not saying makes all the difference. The heart knows it even when the words hasn’t been said.

Start with fear. Start at where you are. Start with your hand shaking. Start.

It’s raining and I need it to stop.

Dear diary, keep my secret.

I Wish I had no fear of losing people

His simplicity and manners pure, takes my breath away.