December 12th, 2004
It's me, Jiddah.
I received my sent letters a few weeks ago. I had been heartbroken that you hadn't bothered to reply but you never received them. I know now. However, it made me even more curious. Where were you? Are you okay? Why did you suddenly change your address? Did something happen? And that was why I went there. To your house. I went there but you weren't there. The neighbours said you left a month after my marriage. Your dad had died. I didn't know. I'm sorry for your loss. I know how much you loved him. May his soul find rest in Jannatul Firdaus, Amin.
However, there's so much I want to say, so much more I want to hear but right now, all I want to know is if you're okay. I need to know. I need to know you're okay. But will I ever know? I can't believe you left without goodbye.
I thought I was miserable enough but I stand corrected. The saddest day of my life was supposed to be on the day I married your brother but nothing had compared to standing on your doorstep, broken and alone, with no idea where or even if I'll ever see you again.
Yours,
Jiddah Adam Yusuf