Youssef managed a tired smile. “Decay constant, Dad. Half-life. It’s actually the only thing that makes sense. Everything dies. Even uranium.”
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His father came home from work, loosening his tie. He peeked over Youssef’s shoulder. “Radioactivity? You’re mixing uranium decay with coffee stains?” Youssef managed a tired smile
To anyone else, it was just a collection of formulas, diagrams, and past exam problems. But to Youssef, it was a fortress. A fortress he had been trying to storm for twelve months. It’s actually the only thing that makes sense