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22.

It's my birthday tomorrow and I'm going to be 22, I'm not excited, I'm glad and thankful to be alive. For the last four years I fast, pray and thank God for the year and hope my new ages comes with new blessings, I had my prayer all planned out 22 Rakah's one for each year, surahs from the Quran.

Last year I wasn't able to fast or do my Rakah because I wasn't pure to pray and it's the same this year and I am gutted, but I'm going to be thankful. I also play the lotto on my birthday hoping birthday luck will come in.
I look forward to my new age
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This blog is the one thing I have that I can boast about, its mine, I can do whatever I want, I can't remember the date I started but I was going through an emotional phase and a friend suggested it, I know I started it a few weeks before my 20th birthday and that was 2 years ago. I wonder what I would be doing right now If I didn't have this blog, it is  not a source of income and I don't generate that much traffic, but it's a great feeling knowing I have it. I haven't achieved much except for my degree, but this blog is number one. 
Happy Birthday to me . 
The last year in Photos. 

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