Hi guys, I know I said I'll put in more effort with posts but life and other stuff got in the way, I had exams but that's done and dusted for now. Currently typing up this post at a Starbucks in the city centre while sipping on a caramel frappe, my third this week. Caramel frappes are delightful, I've tried them at a few places and Starbucks is still number one for me. The sweet taste of the caramel syrup, the slight bitterness of coffee blended with ice and topped with cream and drizzled with sticky caramel topping, orgasm in a cup I tell you. Enough about my drink, let's dive into the post for today, I honestly don't know how to start, it came to my head a few weeks ago and took notes, this is what happens when I don't work on a post immediately after getting the idea. There is this power tussle in my head, between the good, the bad and the ugly, let me break it down, as most of you know I am a Muslim, not just a Muslim but a practising one, and as a Musli...
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