I used to love Ramadan. Now, it feels incomplete. I don’t look forward to Eid anymore. I cook her favorite dish for iftar—just to feel like she’s still here with me. Grief during Ramadan is heavy. It’s a mix of longing and gratitude. Missing her, but cherishing the memories. If your mom is still around, hug her. Help her. Make memories. One day, you’ll wish you had just one more iftar with her.😭 To those missing a loved one this Ramadan, I feel you. May Allah reunite us all in Jannah. 🤍