🫥 | Three or four years ago, everything was completely different. We had this beautiful routine around Sayyid Hasan. Whenever we knew that Sayyid Hasan was going to deliver his speech, we would sit down, wait for it, listen carefully, write down his words, and then forward them. It became a part of our lives, almost something we did without even thinking about it.

There was a time when you would appear on the screen and say Bismillah, and suddenly everything else would become quiet. Your voice, your smile, the way you would begin speaking, the pauses between your words, the way you would explain things with such calmness and certainty. We would wait for those moments. Sometimes we would listen again just to make sure we had understood every word correctly. Sometimes we would immediately start typing, knowing that others were waiting to hear what you had to say.

Those days feel so close, yet somehow so far away now. We had no idea that one day these ordinary moments would become memories that we would desperately want to return to. We never thought that simply hearing your voice, seeing your face appear on the screen, or waiting for you to say Bismillah would one day carry so much weight.

We thought there would always be another speech, another message, another appearance, another moment to listen to you. We thought there would always be more time. But now, even the smallest memories have become precious. Your voice remains in our minds, your smile remains in our memories, and those moments when we would sit quietly and listen to you feel like something from another life.

Three or four years ago, we were simply listening to you. Today, we look back and realize that we were living through moments we would one day give anything to experience again.

🥀 —@enemywatch