S: Yeah, so you two sorta look alike, you know?
Somayya: :sarcastic: Yeah, I wonder why.
Yasmine: No way.
S: Yeah, isn’t that funny?
A: :to S: You do know they’re cousins, right?
S: Oh my God, are you serious?
Somayya: Wait, you really didn’t know?
Yasmine: You’ve known us for a year. How could you not know this?
S: Why didn’t someone tell me?!
Yasmine: :dies laughing:
S2: Hey, so I saw your cousin’s article in Awaaz!
Yasmine: Yeah, she had a poem in there.
S2: No, no, it was an article.
Yasmine: Umm, I submitted an article. And, yeah, we both have poems printed in there.
S2: I thought she wrote an article.
Yasmine: :raises eyebrow: Please don’t tell me you’ve gotten our names confused.
S2: No! I know you’re Yasmine!
(This is the same girl who, at our initial meeting a year ago, told me I was “the first un-fake Muslim she had met on this campus.” Flattering, but I’m not quite sure how to accept compliments from the ditziest Muslim I’ve ever met, complete with the annoying Valley-girl speech patterns. Can someone, like, please press the “mute” button already? And now I’m being mean and I should shut up. Okay, bye.)