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Originally Posted by heba
im in class. WHY. whyyyyyyyyyyy. why me 
i refuse! j'ai refuse! |
holla same here.
today, i kept starring at the clock..and every minute inside the classroom felt like an hour in prison.
i hated it.
eveyrtghing is cool
i survived the 3 hours.
day 1 over. al hamdulilah
gota already read two chapters by tomorrow.
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"Since love first made the chest an instrument Of fierce lamenting,
by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror,
like a rose I pluck my chest apart,
that I may hang This mirror in your sight." M Iqbal (ra)