He was like a dream. I saw him at the masjid every Friday and pray (more than I see moe). But that doesn't mean he's a good Muslim. I sat next to his mom once, when she called him over I had to look away. I think I heard the mom say "I hope he has a good wife". I don't know his name or remember his name or his face but I do
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My personal bubble
RandomMy personal thoughts - I am 19 right now and this is the same account since I was 13. I've been using this as a diary so the beginning is mostly of me in 8th grade. I hope you all enjoy. Ive since grown and changed so don't take anything to heart ❤️