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  • Adhan of Aylan

    Face down in the rocky surf, the water splashed against my cheeks and I got up like never before. Usually it’s the soft cuddle and touch of my ummi that wakes me up from sleep. The sour taste of the water remembered me of the salt lime juice I used to have with Galib .This time it felt more...

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