Salam/Hello wonderful readers! Thank you so much for the support you're showing towards ‘THBM’ keep tuning in there's still a LOT to happen.
I just wanted to announce that we made it into the 100’s!! That's right! in spiritual. Now the numbers change everyday, but please vote and comment! So we can reach higher!
I love you all, and thank you again so much y'all are great. And I pray for everyone to have a blessed year filled with happiness and joy💕
Now I hope you enjoy this chapter 😉 comment for a dedication.
Salam/Peace, Raz ✌❤
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I got up from bed and felt a major headache coming my way. I glanced at my mirror and my hair didn't look so pretty. Damn this is gonna take a while to brush, I thought to myself.
I got my outfit for ready, which was pretty simple and tomboyish, like me.
I wore my tight black shirt with my black jacket on top, that looked like an athletic jacket. It also had an American flag on the sleeve. I threw on my pair of blue jeans on adding some color to my outfit.
I put my white Hijab with black spots on it. I also wore my white converse , matching my Hijab.
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“Masoud are you ready?” I yelled from my bedroom.
“Almost!” He yelled back.
I huffed and put some mascara on adding a little white eye shadow in the corner of my eyes. I put some inner eye liner, I looked at myself on last time.
