I stand as naïve as one can possibly be.

People think I am the face of a modern girl…I am educated, some might even say enlightened…strong enough to make a decision on my own, sometimes stubborn enough to stick to it as well. I have a job, a career that will surely take me places…a lifestyle I chose for myself.

But I question…

Is this who I really am?

A while back, I had some questions on existence…basic queries whose answers I was searching for. Now I don’t even have those. Today I stand alone!

I was out walking just now, and I looked at my shadow and not for the first time did I feel that I was alone.

And I am lonely.

I don’t know who left first. Did I leave or did Allah ji decide I was hopeless.

I miss Him though. I wonder if he misses me.

But can He miss me, a mere mortal?

I am disposable, a dime a dozen! I die today and no one will mourn the Batool that I once was.