Turning sadn ss into kindn ss. TransfOrm ta trist sse en gentill sse, ta particular! Té en fOrce, c qui st le plus impOrtant st tOujours sans aucune fOrme .

At what point did you decide you were a scientist? Was it the first time you looked through the microscope, the first box of gloves you went through? I think that more often than not it is a gentle gradient. You keep doing experiments, failing, doing them again, and after a while, they work more than they fail.

Musings of a Muslim Girl Lost in a Quarter-Life Crisis. Hey you, with the bowed head. Stand straight, your pain is my pain. I will guide you through to tomorrow. Oh you with the bowed head, your pain has been my pain. But fear not and stand straight, your dawn approaches.

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