Imran woke up at 5.15am on the dot for the morning sahur. He sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes adjusting to the lights. Immediately as if on cue, his thoughts goes back to her. He would've texted her to bid his salam and good morning and to ask what's for sahur on her side. Sometimes she'd reply almost immediately, more often than not it would be towards the later part of the morning. Either way, he enjoyed the anxiety that comes with waiting for her reply.
His brother popped his head at the door and asked him whether he would to have sahur. He nodded and signaled that he would be joining him soon.
He then reached for his phone, scrolled the message and silently wished to see 'Assalamualaikum and g' morning Imran ' but he knew it will not be there.
I miss you, my friend.
Imran walked out of his room to join his brother for sahur...
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