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11/11/2026

Does anyone know what this could be ?

we found it in our pool

10/11/2026

I laughed today.

I made dinner. I went to work. I had conversations. I answered messages. I carried on with all the ordinary things life expects me to do.

And through every single one of those moments, I missed you.

Nobody saw it.

Nobody saw the moments I wanted to tell you something. Nobody saw how many times my mind wandered back to you. Nobody saw that even when I was laughing, a part of me was wishing you were here to share the moment.

That's the thing about grief that people don't always understand.

It doesn't mean you stop living. It means you learn to live with someone missing from everything.

You become very good at doing ordinary things with an extraordinary amount of pain sitting quietly inside you.

I take you to work with me.
I think about you while making dinner.
I see things that remind me of you.
I laugh, and then sometimes I feel guilty because you're not here to laugh with me.

And nobody knows.

Because grief doesn't always announce itself. Sometimes it looks like a mother making dinner, getting on with her day, and silently missing her child more than words could ever explain.

Jacob, you are in everything, even the moments when nobody can see it.

I haven't stopped living, my boy. I've just had to learn how to live in a world that doesn't have you physically in it.

And I miss you. In the big moments, in the little moments, and especially in the ordinary ones.

Every single day. 🤍

**If you're grieving someone, do you ever find yourself missing them in the middle of completely ordinary moments?**

09/11/2026

If you have a moment today, please make a little dua for Jacob. And if you have kids Hug them a little longer and a little tighter today.

Welcome to all the new faces .

If you see this give it a like so I can see who it reaches ❤️

09/11/2026

I could be falling apart at the fu***ng seams, and you'd probably never know.

I could be having the hardest day of my life, fighting battles in my own head, holding back tears, feeling completely overwhelmed and barely keeping myself together...

And still show up.
Still smile.
Still laugh at your jokes.
Still ask how YOU are.
Still get everything done that needs doing.

Because somewhere along the way, I've become really good at making sure nobody sees just how much I'm struggling.

People see me functioning and assume I'm okay.

They see me laughing and assume I'm happy.

They see me getting on with life and assume I'm coping.

But sometimes, getting out of bed is the achievement.
Sometimes, answering a message takes everything I've got.
Sometimes, the smile you're seeing is sitting on top of a thousand things I'm trying not to feel.

And the hardest part?

Nobody knows to check on you because you've become so convincing at pretending you're fine.

So here's your reminder:

Not everyone who's quiet is okay.
Not everyone who's smiling is happy.
Not everyone who's functioning is coping.

Some people are just doing an incredible job of surviving things they'll never tell you about.

And if you're one of those people, I hope you know you don't always have to be the strong one.

You deserve somewhere to fall apart, too. You deserve to be checked on, held, heard and loved without having to explain just how bad things have become.

**Just because I'm holding it together on the outside doesn't mean I'm not breaking on the inside.** 🤍

If this feels a little too familiar, I hope you know you're not alone.

09/11/2026

This time last year, she was hugging her big brother. Today, she's kissing his headstone and making dua for him. 💔

How do you explain to a little girl that the brother she once played with, laughed with and ran to for cuddles is no longer here?

She still misses him. She still loves him. And although she's too young to understand the full weight of what has happened, her little heart knows that someone very special is missing.

As Muslims, we believe that this dunya is temporary. We believe that every soul will return to Allah, and that this life is only a journey towards our akhirah.

But knowing that doesn't make the separation any easier.

I pray that Allah grants my beautiful boy the highest rank in Jannatul Firdaus. May his grave be filled with light, may it be a garden from the gardens of Jannah, and may Allah surround him with His endless mercy.

And I pray that Allah protects his little sister and brother, gives them strength as they grow up without him physically beside them, and keeps their love for Jacob alive in their hearts.

Ya Allah, we know that You are the best of planners, even when our hearts struggle to understand Your decree.

We are trying to be patient. We are trying to have sabr. But we miss him. Every single day.

One day, insha'Allah, there will be no more graveside visits, no more goodbyes, no more missing hugs.

Just a reunion.

Until then, we will keep saying your name, making dua for you and loving you from this side of the dunya.

**my beautiful boy. Until we meet again, insha'Allah.** 🤍

Allahumma inni as'aluka Jannatul Firdaus for my son.

09/11/2026