Here goes my first...

So its almost 2 am in the morning and I am sitting tucked in my bed with my daughter and husband. Life Mash Allah is good I have the two people who complete me right here by my side...but my mind keeps drifting to those for whom life isn't as normal...those who might be sitting in the hospital corridor dreading any news of their loved ones...or what about those who do not have their significant other in their lives anymore...

We all pretend to be empowered women who do not need men in our life...but trust me deep in our hearts we know that if for nothing at all we crave for companionship...just a small peck on the cheek or your name being called out lovingly from the bed room for just a glass of water...makes you feel queasy in your tummy at times...the feeling of being needed...it completes you....and makes you look forward to the next day and the next and the next..and so on....

So let's cherish this feeling for as long as it lasts...for as long as I breath my last....I don't know about the rest but I somehow feel empowered when I have my companion by my side...always, for good or for bad....

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