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and then our exile

Monday, January 09, 2006 at 7:19 p.m.



the camera is usually in my backpack, but i only remember to take pictures once in a while.

eid mubarak, my dear people.

1. i waited for the bird to return.

2. "farooq, stop saying the opening du'a like a pick up line." the three of us were recording anasheed for videos in a CJSR studio, and took some time to experiment.

3. "let me show you how a white boy does this." zacharia demonstrates.


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