My hand moves across the page, and I’m liking my own handwriting. It feels strange to like it now, I’ve disliked it for so long! I want to create sentences that are beautiful, like poetry. but what comes out is mundane daily ephemera. Nobody will remember what we had for dinner, but I will. I’ve written it down. And sometimes I get revelations, about my now and about my past. That’s when it’s exhilarating to write.
Assalamualaikum brothers and sistersI hope you all are well 
I just wanted to request you to pray for my exam results. I know nothing can be changed but Alhamdulillah, miracles are possible. I tried very hard and all I want to do is make my Mother and Father proud of me. Also, I have many upcoming exams so please also pray for those. Jazakhallah, remember me in your Duas Waleikum-salam
