I feel as if I lost a part of me. Something is missing. I’ve changed ever since the beginning of Ramadan. I thought about it for so long. I felt slightly different, and yet I had no idea what it was. I had lost something.
I didn’t lose any, I probably gained 5 pounds atleast My mom gave me so much oily food to eat and everytime I refused, she told me to let that “too oily” excuses go and just eat and force fed me My own mother, how could she
No actually, what happened was, I saw this guy walking down the street and I ran up to him and asked him if he’d seen my pound and he said “Yea, it’s right here,” and he pulled it right out of his pocket and handed it back to me.