Every minute passed toward that particular date always make me feel hard to catch enough air to breathe. Yeah, I’m exaggarating this, i know. But, seriously, it is. I want that coming late as much as i want it coming soon.
I have tens of worryness and i feel like to release it as soon as possible. Do my best and may Allah would help the rests, as always. Amin.
Bon courage!
What worries you, masters you. – John Locke-
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