Zairah and I were talking about ourselves and all that touched us, both profoundly or tragically.

I've known her for so long and yet I realized only that afternoon exactly how much older we had grown over the years.

The simplest observation spurned these feelings: the fact that we talk now, and yet we both know that our conversation needn't end in a resolution of any sort.
Neither of us tells the other that what we want will happen insha Allah.

Somewhere along the line we let go of the illusion that the only way things can or should be is our way.
I guess that's what becoming olders means, in a way. The realization that "haqq" does not mean how things should be, but how things are.

Yes, we're not comfortable with many things around us, but alhamdo lillah we're not droning about how they should be, rather we're thinking of all that we can do considering our specific situations.

Najm Saab (may Allah Bless him for all that he teaches others by merely speaking, Ameen) pointed out that we will be tried and judged not by all that we strived to do in accordance with all the great Momins that we read about, rather we will be tried by the amount of good or evil that we brought upon with all that Allah Blessed us with.

I didn't feel resolved on leaving Zairah's house that afternoon, since our situations had not changed or improved merely by us talking about it. But I felt blessed to have her to talk to and clear my mind with, think out loud, and that mattered so much.

I felt content because of all that stood strong within me, despite of little tremors that take place almost everyday.

Yes, Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala is the giver of all blessings, such as having friends with whom one can set apart truth from fantasy and still not feel slighted.