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little time

There isn’t a lot of freedom left before I leave this place called home. I won’t be there to physically see my family, and won’t eat the same food as they do. For a month.
My heart wrenches at that very thought, but I am doing something that not many get to do, and not many will get to learn from this privilege.

This tumultuous emotions can hardly be explained in words, and I have never felt these emotions before.

Perhaps i fear the purposeful distance and the loss of comfort and routine. It has always been customary for me to go home after school, but what is home when you don’t see familiar faces?

This feeling is so different than my usual travels. perhaps I just want a little more time; Instead, I now will slave away in another country during the month of Syawal.

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