Addiction comes in various forms. Unfortunately, the young do not know how to guard against or fight addictive behaviors.
Confessions of an Addict by Mumtaz Moosa Saley
Kempville is a small Indian suburb in South Africa. Nothing much happens here. It is almost like watching paint dry. Don’t let the small town facade fool you. There are always stories for the Panchaat Khalas (gossip mongers) to talk about. This one’s son is messed up or someone’s daughter is trying to elope. Other than that there really not much to do in our dorpie(small town).
“Fati! Fatima! Fatima do you have ears? Wake up it time for salaah my mother yells.”
Fajr salaah is my favourite time of the day. Before the hustle and bustle, we call life starts, you have those few minutes of solace even before the birds start chirping. After fajr I laze around on my bed. I reach out for my phone to text Aneesa.
Me : “Salaams bff.. lol whatz going on with you and the whole bff thing. Any way final exams…
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