I met a wonderful brother who is a volunteer at one of our local masjid. We heard one day that his wife passed away, but he was back at the masjid a couple of days after her demise, performing his routine volunteer duties as usual such that one would not realise that her death affected him unless one looked for the subtle changes in his normal demeanour.
As children, we could not wait to grow up, and we were impatient for the next party to get the chance to blow out our birthday candles. As teenagers, we yearned for adulthood, and to be seen as responsible people. In our early twenties, we want to be taken seriously, especially if we have just joined the workforce and are at the bottom of the career ladder.