It's been a while,
you have not touched my hair.
It's been a while,
you have not asked where did I go last night.
It's really been a while,
we have not seen each other.
I have a few white hairs now mother.
I used to pluck a few for you, remember?
I didn't want to pluck mine out,
hoping it will make me more distinguished.
I was home early last night,
didn't know where to go.
Wish you were here to chit chat,
like we used to do.
Every time I missed you,
I feel you touch me.
Everytime I longed for you
I feel you are with me.
Al-fatihah!
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