December 12th, 2003
It's me, Jiddah, again.
You didn't reply. Didn't you get my letter? Are you still angry? Or is this because we moved, again? You have to say something, AK, anything. I don't know how long I can hold on. This year has been my coldest and from where I stand, there's barely any light.
How did I get here? How did we get here? There was a time the world made sense. There was a time I made sense. These days, there is nothing. These days, I am nothing.
Talk to me, please. I beg you!!!
Yours forever,
Jiddah Adam Yusuf.