Шіш§ш±щ‡ | Щ€щ…шґш№щ„ 6mp4

The video played for another minute, showing them arguing over what song to play next on the radio before abruptly cutting to a black screen as the file ended.

The video player opened, and a grainier, younger version of himself filled the screen. He was eighteen again, wearing a faded denim jacket, holding the camera in a shaky selfie-view. ШіШ§Ш±Щ‡ Щ€Щ…ШґШ№Щ„ 6mp4

He looked at his kitchen counter, where a half-eaten bowl of instant noodles sat. He chuckled to himself, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye. He still hadn't learned to cook anything else. The video played for another minute, showing them

"Is it recording?" a voice laughed from off-screen. It was Sarah. He looked at his kitchen counter, where a

It was a quiet Tuesday evening when Meshaal finally found the old drive at the bottom of a cardboard box in his garage. He brushed the dust off the metallic casing, plugged it into his laptop, and clicked on the file.

Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, stuck her tongue out at the lens, and then softened. She looked directly into the camera. "Hello, older, probably much more boring Sarah and Meshaal," she said, her eyes gleaming. "I hope you haven't forgotten how to have fun. I hope you still go on late-night drives. And Meshaal, I really hope you finally figured out how to cook something other than instant noodles."