my first autumn far from home. i missed smelling petrichor.
i missed sitting on my couch, drinking chocolate and doing nothing.
but i love the wind here, i love how the street smells.
i love how the people act and i love how this country loves me.
there's no such time i wanna go home,
all i wanted was bringing my loved ones here, to sip in the fresh air.
i want to see them see what would it be to live in a far far country.
i missed the sound of azan, and how i enjoy my nights with my god.
here, everything is just so wonderful in another way.
i love it, i love you, God.
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