I always keep on forgetting to write this but Mbarek 3alaikum ilshahar! Please tell me what you think of my new story so far on my ask.fm account or DM me on my twitter account. (Both written above).
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The sun rays laid over my eyelids and forced me to wake up and enjoy this fresh, Friday morning!
As soon as I was done my morning routine, I went downstairs and saw my beloved father cooking up some eggs for us to munch on.
Eating eggs were kind of our Friday thing, we would wake up early, eat breakfast, then leave to my grandparent's house after my father returned from the mosque.
I made my way to our white kitchen and greeted him with a lovely "Good Morning", and kissed him on the cheek. I was told to set up the dining table and switch on the television. I grabbed the jug filled with fresh, orange juice that the maid prepared for us and placed it on the table, as well.
Minutes later, we were already halfway done with our breakfast.
"So how's your new phone doing?" he asked.
"It's great! Thank you again, Baba." I replied to him once again with a thank you.
"What account did you create so far?" he questioned.
"Nothing great really, just Twitter." I looked down to my plate and continued eating.
"I'm thinking of making Twitter too, you know. Stalking my daughter is what I like to do." he said with a devilish smile and a giggle.
I giggled too.
The rest of the breakfast went ordinary, we don't usually talk at the table since it's 'eating' time and not 'talking' time.
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The girls and I met up at a restaurant to eat an early dinner, then we would decide on where to go next.
An hour after we ate, we were on our way to Munya's house.
I wanted to tell Munya about that creep that just followed me last night, but I felt it was a bit too early and not the right time, actually. I wouldn't want anyone to know other than Munya and Malak.
We spent the day over at Munya's gossiping, singing, dancing, and did everything, just like another typical day at M's.
I was the last one to stay.
I still feel it wasn't the right time to tell her because it might not even be such a big deal to her since she had twitter for like forever, and maybe being followed by a total stranger is normal?
I'll let it slip by, to not embarrass myself in overreacting.
I hadn't left Munya's house until 2 hours after everyone had gone. We talked, did sort of a fashion show, and sang along to so many songs. I have the time of my life whenever I'm with Munya, she brightens up my day and never fails to cheer me up, ever.
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On my way out the door, Munya and I said our goodbyes. About 2 minutes after that, I felt my iPhone vibrate notifying a twitter direct message. I figured out that 'DM' stood for 'direct messages' since few people on my timeline were communicating with each other by asking them to read their DMs...
I clicked on the direct message that was blinking. I couldn't quite find it so easily since my chats with my classmates about the homework were overflowing. I scrolled down to the bottom of the page.
It was from this Fouad guy.
"Hey, how you doin'?"
What? :/
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The sun rays laid over my eyelids and forced me to wake up and enjoy this fresh, Friday morning!
As soon as I was done my morning routine, I went downstairs and saw my beloved father cooking up some eggs for us to munch on.
Eating eggs were kind of our Friday thing, we would wake up early, eat breakfast, then leave to my grandparent's house after my father returned from the mosque.
I made my way to our white kitchen and greeted him with a lovely "Good Morning", and kissed him on the cheek. I was told to set up the dining table and switch on the television. I grabbed the jug filled with fresh, orange juice that the maid prepared for us and placed it on the table, as well.
Minutes later, we were already halfway done with our breakfast.
"So how's your new phone doing?" he asked.
"It's great! Thank you again, Baba." I replied to him once again with a thank you.
"What account did you create so far?" he questioned.
"Nothing great really, just Twitter." I looked down to my plate and continued eating.
"I'm thinking of making Twitter too, you know. Stalking my daughter is what I like to do." he said with a devilish smile and a giggle.
I giggled too.
The rest of the breakfast went ordinary, we don't usually talk at the table since it's 'eating' time and not 'talking' time.
-
The girls and I met up at a restaurant to eat an early dinner, then we would decide on where to go next.
An hour after we ate, we were on our way to Munya's house.
I wanted to tell Munya about that creep that just followed me last night, but I felt it was a bit too early and not the right time, actually. I wouldn't want anyone to know other than Munya and Malak.
We spent the day over at Munya's gossiping, singing, dancing, and did everything, just like another typical day at M's.
I was the last one to stay.
I still feel it wasn't the right time to tell her because it might not even be such a big deal to her since she had twitter for like forever, and maybe being followed by a total stranger is normal?
I'll let it slip by, to not embarrass myself in overreacting.
I hadn't left Munya's house until 2 hours after everyone had gone. We talked, did sort of a fashion show, and sang along to so many songs. I have the time of my life whenever I'm with Munya, she brightens up my day and never fails to cheer me up, ever.
-
On my way out the door, Munya and I said our goodbyes. About 2 minutes after that, I felt my iPhone vibrate notifying a twitter direct message. I figured out that 'DM' stood for 'direct messages' since few people on my timeline were communicating with each other by asking them to read their DMs...
I clicked on the direct message that was blinking. I couldn't quite find it so easily since my chats with my classmates about the homework were overflowing. I scrolled down to the bottom of the page.
It was from this Fouad guy.
"Hey, how you doin'?"
What? :/
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