things I am happy to have found, alhamdulillah

My dad has been asking me and Ibrahim to clean up the room for ages. Last weekend he's patience finally gave up and he attacked our room with he's mercenary army ( my sisters ), who were motivated by peculiar female inquisitiveness to know what boys' rooms are made of, besides the promise of booty left in the scattered army's flight.


The room is now clean and dark blue, and I like it evermore.


Here's some of what I found as I toiled in captivity, and worked the land that I once ruled.

The front page of my Chemistry notebook. I don't like Chemistry.

a sketch I did one night about the morning

I made this up last winter when I was driving, and I quickly dashed home and wrote it down on a post-it and put it up on my bed frame.

P.S. do you like the blog big and open like now?