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and then our exile

Saturday, October 16, 2004 at 3:36 p.m.

...ramadan! in Damascus!!

"raise the roof!" (Z.)

me: what's Ramadan here like? is it Good?
khalid: it's good, but only if you don't go anywhere.

Fifty-second day here. Fifty-four since i left Wuddistan. What does this mean?

(ps: something of goodness you should do is read Faraz Rabbani's blog. Link on the left.)

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