Clasp.

Ramadan is almost over and I didn't even see it go by. I was a mixture of extremes. At one side, praying and reading the Quran. And on the other, not waking up for Jummat-ul-Wida. But hey, it's my own amal.
I'm cynical and bitter for the world and really, really emotional regarding family, him, and Allah. I'll be this way for awhile.
College should start soon. I need routine again.

"It's been good knowing you."

It's been heartbreaking knowing YOU.

Us.

"We have the freedom to choose, but we don't have freedom from the consequences of our choices."

We won't survive this.
I knew it long before you told me today in your disconcerned, selfish way. Atleast I had the grace to silently bear it.