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and then our exile

Wednesday, February 18, 2004 at 9:09 p.m.

In ten days Usman will have been here for seven months now. Seven. Months. Subhan. Allah. ^_^ These days he is the most energetic'lybeautiful one-and-a-half-year-old (not even) that i know--every day is something new, with a different-----but no, blah. Words mean nothing. Come and marvel at him, at this exquisite Creation, at this beauty and sincerity and fitrah, and i will love you. There is a story behind the pictures as well, but that is for later.

This year i'm way more relaxed about HSMUN. For whatever reason. Last year's was important, not only because it solidified/catalyzed relationships, but also because the internal processes which---but no, i have math exam in thirteen hours, work work work!

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