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Time to leave!!

Salams

hmm, I am lot bz these days, what with packing going on, I believe its bye bye from the blogging world, or rather internet, seriously!!

have to leave lot of my stuff behind.. :( parting with stuff and people isnt easy..*showing how worldly i am*
I found an old diary which we were asked to make in school, so past dweller me saved it since 9 years!!!!

and when today I finally thought of discarding it, I captured this mickey mouse.. yeah, not good but stilll..
btw, it has started raining in karachi again.. too badd.. with so much water already spread on roads, i just wish that water doesnt get stgnant..

my fam. was all out today, I went to czns place so that i aint home alone!!!! had a good time with them.. :d one l;ast day spent togethor full of fun!! they are on the 4th floor so we watched loadsa donkey carts!!!!

its still raining as i blog..

just wanted to ask all the readers to say a prayer for me..inshaAllah all goes well, perhaps two weeks later I wont be blogging from here, inshaAllah!!
till then, best of luck to all,
Khuda hafiz

Comments

Itsfarsh said…
Whereever you go you will still BLOG:)

New places would mean new experiences and that would lead to more entertaining stories :)

So don’t bid us farewell so soon..

see you in a bit :)
Mon Aug 07, 09:36:00 AM
Sarah said…
Best of luck to you! InshAllah all will go well :) And InshAllah you'll be blogging from your new location! :D
Tue Aug 08, 07:32:00 PM
Jamal Ashiqain said…
InshAllah everything will go better then you expect, and I am sure you will take some time to blog all your exciting experiences :).

Best of Luck and keep smiling :) Our Duas are with you.
Tue Aug 08, 10:59:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Inshallah all works out well for you....
Wed Aug 16, 04:57:00 PM
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