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Pink beads on green leaves saying no regrets
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A Life Without Regret – Quarantine Contemplations

It didn’t help matters that our school teachers thre the term “regret” at us every chance they got. It was, they warned ominously, what we would suffer with if we didn’t  work hard. Our future would be ruined, they foresaw, if we didn’t step up; if we allowed our socks to remain at ankle level instead of pulling them up.

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A cup of black coffee with some dates to the right side
Inspiration, Introspective

Thoughts After Iftaar

Somehow in the quiet, without what would have been sounds from masaajid all around the neighbourhood, it feels more like Ramadhan than it ever has. For with quiet are we able to hear what would have otherwise remained muted.

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