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Morbid pseudo-Socrates/literary darling/petty revolutionary with a verbosity problem,possibly a mood disorder,and some miserable expectations and wild hopes thrown in too. My name's Maham. I'm from Pakistan. I like politics,history,lit,art and being happy.
THIS WOMAN LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE MAHAM IT ISNT EVEN FUNNY WOT
My brother hasn’t been home for two years so I sent him an ethnic model truck last Christmas just to give him a taste of the third-world again. You see these babies roaming around all over Pakistan but over in BORING CIVILIZATION they’re considered ‘artistic’ and ‘cultured’. Anyway the other day I got a framed drawing of it in the post that he had sent back to say thanks. The glass was all smashed and I cut my hands in a million tiny places but it was worth the effort.
Every few years or so , some time around March, Apricot trees start to leak out their sap. I’m not sure what the science behind it is , but it’s got something to do with rain and thunder storms messing them up. Anyway, there was always some slow and endless drizzle down here in Pakistan this year so the trees started oozing out this gooey stuff and I got this little orb of light from somebody i love very much. It’s literally a little orb of glowing solidified honey - probably the best gift I’ll ever get.