Twelve days left.
Twelve sunsets before I get to go home, and somehow it lands on the same day I first walked into this workplace a year ago. October 21st. One year of learning, surviving, pretending to be okay, and quietly growing in ways I didn’t even notice.
Funny how Allah arranges things. To return home exactly on the day I began, it feels like a sign, a soft reminder that I’ve come full circle.
This place has taught me strength in quiet ways. It taught me patience, silence, and how to stand when no one is there to hold you. Some days felt too long, too lonely. Some days I wanted to give up. But I didn’t. I stayed, and I made it through.
And now the thought of home feels heavier, like peace waiting for me at the door. The laughter, the comfort, the smell of familiar air. I miss it all.
Twelve more days. Just twelve.
And I’ll finally be home again, not just to a place, but to myself.
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