A blog by a mom dealing with the loss of her son, realizing that her story wasn’t one of ‘goodbye’, but rather ‘till we meet again in Jannah’.

I remember a day, Yaseen and Waseem were teasing each other, play-fighting like brothers usually do. And being a mom, I immediately did what most mothers would – I started to lecture. ‘There’s only two of you…your dad and I won’t always be around, so you two need to be there for each other, look out for each other’.

Little did I know, life wasn’t about to follow the script I imagined. I was left behind, but Yaseen was gone. And with him left all the hopes and dreams of the future that I had built.

I think it’s the hardest thing in the world, to lose someone who you love. But for some reason, one that I didn’t fully understand, I was the mom who was chosen to bury her child.

As surely as Yaseen was gone, a part of me was gone too. My perspective of life changed, as did my perspective of death and what comes after. I see Paradise differently now, because it holds what I want most. A chance to be reunited with my son.i find myself chasing after this Paradise.

Chasing Jannah.