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So you will rot in the ground, and so you say, what the hell? Who cares? But you care, and somehow you don’t want to live just one life, which could be typed, which could be tossed off in a thumbnail sketch = “She was the sort of girl…”And end in 25 words or less. You want to live as many lives as you can…and because you’re eighteen, because you’re still vulnerable, because you still don’t have faith in yourself, you talk a little fliply, a little too wisely, just to cover up so you won’t be accused of sentimentality or emotionalism or feminine tactics. You cover up, so you can still laugh at yourself while there’s time.

But it was only in the afternoon and in remote places that her half-suppressed, uneasy passion for writing had its way.

You make me happy in a way no one else can .

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

I’m still learning how to just be.

Sometimes a person prays with tears. When the words are missing, Allah knows our hearts. Alhumdulilah.

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It’s not always enough to be brave, I realized years later. You have to be brave and contribute something positive, too. Brave on its own is just a party trick.