There is an aqiqah tonight for a baby named Muhammad. There are already too many Muhammads in our community here. Unfortunately, them babies/kids don't live up to their names.
Well, I don't live up to mine, either, but I don't know how to. How am I supposed to live up to the name 'Light'?
My sister does live up to her name, but only for herself. *cackle* She is peaceful when she isn't crazy.
H lives up to his name by making cardboard weapons. But he isn't a martyr. (...yet)
Z lives up to his name by drawing and writing junk everywhere and slipping junk papers under my door. He also increases the hate for him in people [jk]. (Zaada means increase. But that isn't Z's name.)
I sure don't live up to mine, as I said before. First, I'm not physically light. Second, my skin won't totally compare to 'light' either. So...how?
Well, I do lighten up moments by falling and making people laugh. *sheepish grin* And I do like light, because darkness depresses me.
But I'm not the source of light.
Why am I talking about this?
NEVAH MAHND. PEACE OUT.
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