...awake at 5:53 a.m., full on cereal, peanut butter, and coffee, and now fasting but not sure whether Allah will officially accept it.
...thinking about the cancelled phone calls of the week and the surprise text message exchange about a dream that I wish was true.
...an oxymoron: filled to the brim with cynicism, anger, and melancholy, and coated in hope, fashion, and spirituality.
...hoping that the Jewish reggae artist is not a Zionist (research suggests he is not); his music is good, and it would be quite a shame if he was that stupid.
...a lover of efficient music by intelligent people.
...staring at a bulletin board of my life, and realizing that I haven't tacked much on in the past two years.
...transported by the Nescafe Red Mug label to the Ramallah market in which 3amo bought me the coffee. He has such a lovely smile, masha'Allah.
...smirking: my dad is a funny man.
...am not intimidated by others: I don't care what your title is or how much money you're worth. You have no superpowers. We are both humans and equal.
...appreciative of others' opinions.
...sure I'll break my 5-day "no workout" streak.
...something new; tomorrow, I will be too.
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