I'm sitting in an airport in New York waiting for our flight to DC. I've been crying for the past 24 hours. I miss Morocco, I miss my family, I miss everyone and everything there so much. My host sister sent me a clip of my host mom saying something to me, and so far I've listened to it twice, and cried both times. If I listen to it one more time I won't stop the crying. I want to go back, I don't know how long I can stay in the US for. I miss Morocco, a country in which I think I changed more than I have ever changed in my entire life.
مغربية حتى الموت
I will be back, dont you dare doubt me.
مغربية حتى الموت
I will be back, dont you dare doubt me.
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