It’s beautiful how all the petty worries you worried about at night shed their disguise and come to the mind as sheepish silly things in the mornings; as you lie sprawled on your back with your head on the carpet, in the mellow quiet, watching the patterns of dancing sunlight on the ceiling, streaming from the gaps in the curtains. Watching them as you used to watch them as a child, occasionally trying to hold in your fists the dust particles bounding in the sunbeam. Alhumdulillah for all the friendships, lessons since then. Alhumdulillah.