Don't dream, when you can't make it real. They're only fictions anyway - Moddi, A Sense of Grey

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance, in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you're perfectly free - Rumi

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Nov 5, 2011

Clean Slate

In a few hours I'll be out of Karachi and in Dubai. I'll tell you, the next week seems to be a blessing. Away from the pitiful glances and the curious old hags who just seem to be following me everywhere trying to know what happened and why. I can't wait. For a week, I can be an Abeer with no story to tell. In another lifetime, I would have thought that to be extremely boring, but today, it is a gift.

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