My version of sabr has somehow become BK french fries. They crunch so tastily even though the inside is soft and gooey, just like I like it.
Today is the first anniversary of my grandmother's death. I made dua'a, but.
JW has officially lost his mind. I don't want to talk about it.
Fawakih did not come at a great time for me. I have less patience- or access to 'sabr'- than I like.
I'm not married. I'll be twenty seven on Sunday. One prospect 'ahem' let me know he was engaged today.
Somebody pass the ketchup.