Will I see you waiting for me on the corner of the street?

I’m not going to study today.
I won’t. I know I planned to but no.

I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my sad excuse of an island and I miss feeling comfortable with who I’m around.

I miss laying in bed early in the morning and listening to my mom fuss around in the mini kitchen next door.

I miss being scolded by zee for never being able to finish a meal.

I miss knowing it’s okay to be me.

I miss Fifi’s disgusted look.

I miss my blue room.

I miss Anfal’s random sleepovers.

I miss Zee’s room.

I miss not feeling guilty for taking a long shower.

I miss Fifi’s mom’s pizza.

I miss having to tell Yasmeen to turn it down.

I miss random visits to Farah’s house, after which I’d go home feeling sick from all the junk food I had consumed.

I miss Noor’s stupid painful laugh.

I miss dad’s surprising proud looks.

I miss controversial discussions in Nana’s house.

I miss walking to the barada holding Sara’s tiny hand.

I miss being cramped in a car with my 50 cousins.

I miss ice cream 8ur9an.

I miss driving around with Anfal with the windows rolled down.

I miss the sound Yasmeen makes when she drinks chay 7aleeb.

I miss karting with Najat and the stupid painful bruises that came along with the accidents.

I miss perverted discussions in Fa6oom’s car.

I miss eating na3na3 without tea.

I miss weddings of all things.

I miss baba ameen.

I miss making lame videos with Zee.

For heaven’s sake I miss Seef Mall.

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