We lived together for a semester. Maryam makes bad jokes, smokes cigarettes, and is truly beautiful. There is a unique bond made when you live with someone - when their presence is an element of your domestic support - as much a part of it as the walls that make up your bedroom, the heater that keeps you warm. She was that - I saw her cry - she saw me cry - we saw each other a few weeks back, and she made some bad jokes.
She is also, unsurprisingly, a very good dancer.
I love her like a sister.