I feel like going home. Home, where there is a sense of belonging, where people and places are familiar. Home, where ammi would always greet me with her warm hugs and tell me how she missed me .Home, where the smell of ammi’s cooking and the sounds of her praying made every moment precious and sweet. Home was where ammi was, but ammi is no more (may Allah (swt) grant her the highest place in Jannah) and no place will feel like home ever again.