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September 2017

What birthday?

friendships nostalgia

Being on a too-long break, I’ve stopped paying attention to the date or what day it is. The distant sound of azan and the daily routine of the rest of my family members would roughly tell me the time, but apart from that – no watch sits .

by Dickinson

mental health

  Flashback to five years ago. Usually, re-reading this poem would mean allowing myself to bask in melancholy. Not today. Today, I let a little bit of light in my dark corner, knowing that every win is worth celebrating.  I know enough to .