Curtained off I stare ahead at life- a sea-blue whirlpool its circumference my sorrow spun clearly, like a basket made of wicker. Our hopes
It’s my birthday in four days (Feb 16th in case I end up publishing this way later) and I’ll be going to Fayoum to
It’s quiet on the train. Everyone is sitting in his or her assigned seat, the landscapes flit by and I listen to Taylor Swift
I didn’t really want to go. When my dad suggested it, I didn’t see the purpose. Why go perform a ‘umrah when I hadn’t
I used to think “how does that make you feel?” was a funny one-liner when taken in connection with therapy. Something meme-worthy but not

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