For 25 years, I have lived away from you. I dont recall the first time I felt the sorrow of being separated from you. I dont know your name or your likes. Heck, I dont know even know when and where we will eventually meet. I am passionately awaiting your return, yet I am not mindlessly pining for it, without getting my work done. In the loneliness of being separated from you, I have leaned closer to God. Loneliness was my nudge to get on to the path. My push to prolong my Sajdah (prostration). My lesson to rely solely upon Him. I make dua to Him for you, every…