be kind, rewind

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

Today we talked about our friend’s job as an immigration advocate and how ibrahim wants to go back to university. We gossiped a little about a friend. We talked about the time that ibrahim threw candies he bought in the street for all the children to run and find and enjoy for free. We talked a lot about his debt and the merchants. We talked about the storm tomorrow and the cold. We talked about his pain and need for a neurologist + MRI. We talked about smoking and the difference in tobacco and marijuana and hashish. We talked about playing pool and cup pong and about beauty and modeling. We tried to say arabic words to ibrahim and i learned the word for mailbox and soybean and pomegranate. I learned how to say “i love you”. We told him about the word “polycule” (haha) and laughed about the time he DMed me on another account and didn’t believe it was me. We tried to describe the word booger and what kinds of piercings ibrahim would ever get (not a septum). We shared stories and talked about mutual friends. We talked about the creation story in islam and judaism and we said what we loved about each other. We talked about where he’d go if he could escape. I love him so much. I love ibrahim to death and i want him safe more than anything in the world