Fajr
Koran.
Studying.

Same old.
Yet not quite the same.

I was battling the corruption of the day before, polluting my every waking moment, copium threatening to repeat uselosity.

I got a call. The old lady died. She was a well-meaning, good hearted, politically incorrect, zero-fox-given kinda elder, who wore her heart on her sleeve. She was as close to an adoptive grandma as you...