A quiet person, I stay to myself writing my thoughts, as I am now, in the dark. My room mate is asleep as should I, but I've been wishing I could be home back with my family. Out of Afghanistan and into the arms of my beloved wife.

For now, my only therapeutic way of handling my type of job is through writing be it poetry, drama, comedies, or a fanfic. I've kept on notes of what characters and places I could imagine. How could I ruin their lives? How can I make this world so believable that it would be deemed possible to explore? I do my best to explain situations with comical pieces and well- thought described areas. Plotted with real- world details of how characters really feel.

Everyone, I bring you my work. One bit at a time.