Mysteriously, things seem to happen in our house. As I pick my bag to work, I find out that the straps, which usually just hang there, have been clicked and tied together. Later in the train I notice a little cup coaster in the outside pocket. Finally at the office, I open my bag to find a pretend-teacup, just for me, in case I want some tea while at work...
The mystery of having a daughter... a blessed mystery.
while reading, I was thinking, "it's gotta be his child!"... Allah ye'7aleeeha la elkum, inshalla.
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