Muna Abukar: A BFF love story

HelloHalima

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It is a tale as old as time…. it exists in literature, film, media, in real life- that idea of having a ‘person’, a ‘best friend’, a ‘soulmate’, someone who is your other half. Some of us are fortunate enough to be blessed with this one person in our lives. One that you truly ‘get’, who gets you in return, someone who can humble you, who can cut through the bullshit and tell you like it is, someone who sees what we want and hope for, who encourages us, motivates us, who understands us to the depths of our very core, who makes us laugh until our stomachs start aching… to me- you are this person.

 

Selflessness, confidence, the sheer ability to make you feel so comfortable so quickly, that’s how you made me feel- so early on in our friendship. I’ve never met anyone so driven- so focused. Not only in following her dreams and her goals but in her friendships, in her love life, in her life in general. You are someone who embodies strength and courage, resilience being one of your best qualities. And wisdom???? The truth trickles out of you like a faucet, no matter how much I am hurting, you are always there to take the pain away. Your wisdom encompasses such compassion for others- a empathy that makes you feel truly seen, loved and understood.

“If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person.” -Greys Anatomy

I remember meeting you, a confident yet quiet girl- looming over me with a long multicoloured Diraac (Somali dress) dragging on the floor, I didn’t know it then but our ninth grade multicultural show (tbt parring hijabs and see through diraacs 🤣) would be the beginning stage to our lifelong show.

Image result for serena and blair gifsWhat is it about a best friend, a sister- that allows you the ability to see the truth from an unparalleled point of view? You’ve been there through the highest highs and the lowest of lows- through painstaking heartache to can’t believe it happiness.

You are my voice of reason, a person who truly understands the pages to my diaries. I’ve seen the evolution of our friendship, it’s been constant through transitional phases, through moving apart from one another, to different postal codes and neighbourhoods, we’ve continued to grow together- while other people may have exited stage left in our lives, I’m glad you’ve been a constant in my life. The Serena to my Blair, the Cristina Yang to my Meredith Grey, the *real* love of my life. Happy Birthday to my best friend Muna.

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I’ll dance it out with you any day!

 

May Allah (swt) protect you and your dreams, provide eternal love, happiness and joy in your life and May all your hopes and dreams continue to manifest into tangible realities. May Allah (swt) continue to protect our friendship. I love you forever.

forgetfulness

HelloHalima

You are a stranger in my mind- roaming about with no substance of memory to hold you up.

Pedestals you once occupied- now torn down-

renovated into vacancies that will never be filled again.

Souls cascading into an ever flowing stream of

awkward encounters and empty relations.

The love- one that was once plentiful and felt by everyone now ice cold

frozen to the touch.

I don’t know whether I miss you or want to forget you completely

If I think about it hard enough,

my mind unlocks a memory a day/ like a twisted advent calendar.

Instead of sweet decadent chocolates-

I get mirages of pure happiness turned bitter by the sadness in my heart.

Your impact on my life- left like bootprints on freshly fallen snow,

But like all snow fall, more eventually trickle down from the sky

Covering up any and all comprehension of our ties.

It’s hard to think  of how far we’ve fallen,

from the highest peak of our Ivory towers,

Now splattered on the ground- run over on the asphalt- gone forever.

You’ve become a ghost in my heart, a spirit that I so badly wish to resurrect but how can I?

Familiarity replaced with resentment,

Resentment in cahoots with constant misunderstanding,

Isn’t it easier to lock away the cookie cutter ideals of starting over than to

endure moments of Deja Vu?

Who are you?