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There have been many times where I bring up Hadi in conversation with someone I just met and they respond with, “I know, I just didn’t want to mention it.” Why? Because, let’s be honest, you think he isn’t always on my mind? Does it make you uncomfortable? You know what makes me uncomfortable? Silence. That awkwardness when you ask me how I am doing but realize you aren’t sure how to respond when I say I am not doing great. Dude, just tell me you don’t know what to say but that you care. Check in once in awhile and share a funny gif. The thing is, it took me awhile to realize I needed to just turn to Allah (SWT) in the middle of the night when nothing seems to make sense. That being said, the feeling I get when someone tells me they read my blog or they thought of Hadi is oh so lovely. As I sit in traffic on our way to Charlottesville, I think about how often I will have to close my eyes to not freak out about Aamir’s driving. In actuality, I am thinking about how I am sure I am guilty of not reaching out when I should have but I hope I will do a better job of saying stuff like...that really sucks. I don’t know what to say. Want some Haagen Daas? Here is a picture of Poe Dameron. It’s ok to be ok, even for a minute. Hadi wants you to be happy and he is aware you won’t forget him. Don’t get me wrong, I have an incredible support system and I am grateful for friends who push to find fatwas on medical marijuana. I just want to relay that sometimes those going through hardships only want to hear you say...sup, homie, I got you even if I have no idea what to say...let’s listen to The Humpty Dance.

Anyway...wahoowa.


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Team Watience aims to create a caring place where aplastic anemia patients, caregivers, families and interested collaborators can come together to share their experience on healthy grieving, mental health, and disease support programs.