Its been a week since Humaira shared her stories to the world. The truth is... she was trying to grasp the sadness in her life. She vowed, the next time she type, it MUST be a happy one.

Humaira met him for the first time after the dream. Just like she pictured him, he looks blank. She couldnt recognise him. He.... is a different person.

The meeting went quite well. Humaira tried very hard to focus. Deep inside, she's still crying... (wait! isnt this entry supposed to be a happy one??)

Humaira had her last blow of sadness. She cried her last tears. And she stopped. Unable to find reasons to let the tears down. Humaira smiled.

Why shouldnt she smile? She has all the good friends in the world who care for her. She has a good career which she enjoys doing. She has purpose.

She has a mission.
To be Allah's good servant, by being a good vicegerent on earth.

Crying over him impede her journey.

Let her continue the walk. With a fresh start.

That's a good story isnt it?

Humaira..... a fresh start