Ten days ago I was looking forward to my transatlantic voyage, the voyage unto the wedding of the year. The wedding that has taken 4 years to materialise. The wedding that I have looked forward to since the engagement a year ago. I had thoughts of blogging about my trip, a day at a time, detail for detail. I sit here now having slept on and off for the last 24 hours. I've lost 4 kilos (8.8 pounds) in weight over 8 days. I've cried & cried so much...tears of happiness...tears of sadness...tears of nostalgia at Niagara...tears of a deep deep hurt. I've never worked so hard in my life. I have fainted at 33,000 feet, alone. I have experienced the worst turbulence of my life, hearing the screams of a planeful of people. I have journeyed home alone with a suitcase weighing half my weight. My legs are bruised & my heart aches. I've seen so much. I had been blind to some realities of life that I had never experienced. I have learnt alot and I have grown up. These 8 days away have affected me in a way that I will never forget. Truly, mankind is ungrateful. I pray that Allah swt guides us all to the straight path and has mercy on us all, Ameen. I pray that Allah swt grants happiness to all, those married and those unmarried, Ameen. I pray that Allah swt gives us sabr to deal with the difficult times & complexities of life, Ameen. Thumm Ameen. Be grateful to Allah swt.