We all have friends.
Friends who you hang out with. Friends who get into trouble with you. Friends
who are there with you when you are happy. But do you have a friend who makes
you feel very special, someone whom you can share all your darkest secrets
with?
I do.
The funny thing is, I
never thought I’d be friends with him. AT ALL. The earliest memory of him was
in 2011. I was being a busybody, visiting each class instead of studying. Then
I heard someone calling my name. “Ash!” I was surprised to see him. He looked
like what I call a gangster. Honestly speaking, he scared me. He wanted me to
have a look at his story. He was soft-spoken, which took me aback. It was about
Nazis and war and that mushy thing called ‘romance’. It was nice.
And just like that,
we clicked. I don’t remember how we got close, but Alhamdulillah, I’m glad we
did. He was with me through the ups and downs of my school life. He was the
reason I cried. He was the reason I laughed. We have loads of things in common;
we’re both the eldest, we have similar names. He’s one of the kindest people I’ve
ever met, he’s down-to-earth, and he’s wonderful. He is my confidant, my
advisor, my John Watson, my shoulder to cry on whenever I’m down in the dumps.
I would do anything for him, and he’d do the same for me.
He’s my best friend. And he is the best thing that has ever
come into my life.
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| This year's present: a sucky-but-from-the-heart painting. |
To Ashraaf Danial
Zakaria, if you’re reading this, I just want you to know that you are one of my
closest friends. I consider you part of my family already. You will always be
my best friend. I hope it’ll last forever (I’ll make sure of that.) I'm sorry
if I have ever hurt your feelings. And I didn't buy you anything. :( But hey, the painting is sentimental. :) I hope you cry reading this, hahaha; it’s very hard
to put this into words. And always remember that I have your back as well. I
wish you all the best in life.
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| Ash and Ash. (I'm obviously the hotter Ash.) (The one at the left.) |
