After the Death of My Mum

I quoted from someone:

which one is more beautiful?
the moon or your mum?

"when I look at the moon, I remember my mum
but when I look at my mum, I forget about the moon"

two years has passed.
though i still remember the smile she smiled.
the voice and the words when she called my name.
the sofa she used to seat and nap.
the way she walked from the back.
her hands when she stroked my hair

yet these things seem to vanish from my memory day by day:
1. her cooking.
you know how mummies' hand had this special ability to turn the taste of something simple into extravagant. even the simplest dish they make taste so different.
2. her smell.

in Islamic teaching, all those dead people live in a place called 'Alam Barzakh'.

the way how i can communicate with my mum is through prayers or DUA'

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(i just don't know what to write anymore)




by the way, tomorrow is my birthday.




p/s: i miss someone who comes from another star