An Indescribable Feeling.
An I ndescribable Feeling. Nafeesa M. Hussain Mirza. Daraja Haadi Ashara. We all know what it is like to miss some one, but out of all those people, does it make sense to miss yourself? I never knew it was possible that there will come a time when I will miss my own self. I miss a version of mine that brought out all the best in me. It showed me my superpowers, and all the capabilities I had of achieving the unimaginable. It was a different version, it intricately shaped me and guided me to stages of perfection that shall hold my hand and guide me step by step - all through my life. That was me in my ' Hifz-Phase' . My version during this period was a magical one. It resembles a fort, with un-breachable walls that protected me from all the worries of the world. Hifz demanded 100% of my attention, it wouldn’t allow my mind to wonder in any other direction that shall bring me gloom. Passing each day in murajaat and getting through my page of Jadeed was of utmost importance ...