بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ I awaken gradually, the metallic leg of the steel bench next to my head feeling cold against it. I spot sneaker-clad feet go by. The airport terminal seems to finally be very quiet. I blink several times as sleep leaves my eyes. I sit up. The tablets seem to have worked. … Continue reading The Price of Success
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