Ragheeb Moazzem
Dear Ammu, sorry I haven't written in a while. You must be worried about me, but I'm doing great, mostly. I hope you are, too. Time is moving quickly these days. I'm always on the move, always working. I try to meet people once in a while, but this city is too big for me. And at the end of the day, we're all just strangers passing each other by. I think of you a lot. I know you do, too, but thinking never gets me anywhere. I can't tell when the week starts and the months end, so I try to take photographs to help me remember. It works, sometimes. I miss you. I'm trying to be happy. I hope I see you soon. Love, your affectionate daughter.