IRAQ THE MODEL, I THANK YOU PROFOUNDLY



I am taking a short time off from my memoir to thank “Iraq the model” team for blogrolling Ishtarria in their side bar. I could never thank you enough Dear Omar, for those wonderfully encouraging words.

I truly wish I could reciprocate the courtesy, but maintaining my anonymity dictates that I must avoid any sort of linkage to other sites.

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