In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
YOOOOOLIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!
Hello my beloved sweetie Julia! Please forgive me for not blogging for 4 days. It was the Chinese New Year, and the internet cafe was closed, but I posted last Saturday's letter for you to read. I pray you are taking good care of your precious self, and not overworking.
I'm doing my laundry right now. Ach! I hate laundry! But I'm still able to do it. My parents gave me nearly a whole box full of Flake bars. I love Flake! Made in Egypt. Hmm. I want to save a couple of bars for you, but I don't think I can, because I love Flake bars sooooo much. Hey Julia! I love you. I want to marry you.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130209
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hai Julia, my beloved! How are you feeling today? I love you, with all my heart. Everyday. I've loved you for a very long time now, and I want to marry you. InsyaAllah.
It's been really dry the past month. My front lawn and the wildflowers have dried up, but they'll be back with the next rain, insyaAllah. The quinine tree behind my house is dripping water for some reason. It's been hot and dry, the tree is covered with blossoms, and it's dripping water, tiny droplets of water, like falling mist. But it stains the ground like amber, and it doesn't wash off, so it might not be water. My back yard looks like it's drenched, but it's hot and dry.
Hey, it's raining right now!
Subhanallah! Alhamdulillah! Allahuakbar!
(I'll tell you the significance of this odd occurence someday, but not here. Trace back my letters to when I discuss a similar subject, and you will understand.)
Hai Julia, my beloved! How are you feeling today? I love you, with all my heart. Everyday. I've loved you for a very long time now, and I want to marry you. InsyaAllah.
It's been really dry the past month. My front lawn and the wildflowers have dried up, but they'll be back with the next rain, insyaAllah. The quinine tree behind my house is dripping water for some reason. It's been hot and dry, the tree is covered with blossoms, and it's dripping water, tiny droplets of water, like falling mist. But it stains the ground like amber, and it doesn't wash off, so it might not be water. My back yard looks like it's drenched, but it's hot and dry.
Hey, it's raining right now!
Subhanallah! Alhamdulillah! Allahuakbar!
(I'll tell you the significance of this odd occurence someday, but not here. Trace back my letters to when I discuss a similar subject, and you will understand.)
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