A week has gone by so quickly. I am exhausted from all the meetings we had. It is Saturday and I have been sleeping all morning, although I woke up for Fajr. I am trying to pretend that I can’t hear Emma banging on my door for me to wake up, but too late for that because I am already up. I walk lazily to my door and open it before she breaks it down.

“Umit, why are you not dressed,” Emma says walking into my room.

“Because I was sleeping before you decided to wake me up,” I answer going back to my bed.

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