Qahirah my dear friend, I am a horrible friend, I know. I'm sorry that my texts are non-existent in your phone inbox. I'm also sorry that I only wished you a happy birthday on this blog that no one reads. I'd rather apologize to you a thousand times than hide behind a hundred pathetic excuses. I suddenly realized that I've never been by your side during your birthday. I guess it was okay for the past three years, since I could always give you a big old bear hug when school break ends, but no, not this year. This year, we no longer go to the same school, and I blame myself for not wishing you via text message. Will you ever forgive me, this person you call your best friend? Today you're finally sixteen, and me being a late bloomer really envies that fact. I've always envied you for being the oldest in our little trio we named Shakyrana. Qahirah, is it okay for me to be selfish, just this once, to tell you never to forget me? Is it okay? I'm sorry if you feel I'm being over-protective or paranoid or even psychopathic. I understand, I really do. But I also understand that I can never escape the fear of losing you. You, a best friend of mine, and I now realize that I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't because of you.

Qahirah, my friend that changed my life for good, I'm sorry for writing such crap in this post that I dedicate to you. You might not even be reading this, but pouring my heart out is what I'm doing, in hopes that my missing you will lessen. I think it's time I get straight to the point. Dear, you should already know this fact but I'll state it again anyway; You're sixteen today. As you grow older, I hope you grow wiser too. In fact I'm sure you will. May Allah bless you always. Being my friend isn't easy, I know. We've -well I can say that I've put you through a lot of hard situations and the fact that you've stayed with me til now is what makes me love you even more. Know that I'll always love you, my best friend in the whole wide world.

Peace be upon you.