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Remember in school, we would literally count the seconds till the class is over. Tick tock, tick tock, while the teacher lectures. And after class, you go home, thinking, "Man, that was class was so long!" Only to wonder, a few years later, How you have progressed in your respective careers, How fickle is the weather, And how people have changed for the better. I felt as though it was only yesterday I spent my last Ramadhan on campus, Going to class, listening to lectures, Planning iftars, and picking masjids for our prayers. But I guess it's high time for bigger and better adventures.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
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Remember in school, we would literally count the seconds till the class is over. Tick tock, tick tock, while the teacher lectures. And after class, you go home, thinking, "Man, that was class was so long!" Only to wonder, a few years later, How you have progressed in your respective careers, How fickle is the weather, And how people have changed for the better. I felt as though it was only yesterday I spent my last Ramadhan on campus, Going to class, listening to lectures, Planning iftars, and picking masjids for our prayers. But I guess it's high time for bigger and better adventures.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
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