The Mother's Struggle

'' (A big yawn)...Why the hell on earth do I have to wake up and prepare sehri...I wish there was a fairy godmother who would prepare food and give it to us on bed! Huh....


Wake up Zain! Wake up Bilal! Wake up Areej!'' mother yelled.

But there wasn't a single sign of movement.

She goes to the kitchen and starts preparing sehri and continuously keeps on murmuring '' Areej...a born princess...She is 19 years old now but is good for nothing. She is of no help, she is having her beauty sleep while I am crazy here cooking food for the whole big, 4 members family...Bilal!..Zain!...'' she continues her struggle of waking up her kids.

She rushes into their bedroom, ''Wake up! Twenty minutes are left! Areej, my darling, my sweet heart (she speaks in a low tone) WAKE UP!!!'' (She shouts)

''Our neighbors would wake up but you guys are so stubborn! It seems as if I am talking to spirits''

''Mom I don't feel like eating anything, I'll keep roza without sehri.'' said Areej.

''Then who'll eat the food I've made for you…dogs?...huh…wake up! This is the last time I am waking you guys up. Only ten minutes are left''

Finally kids showed some movement and woke up. They ate up sehri as if it was the biggest obligation on earth. As soon as they did so, they headed straight towards the bed.

'' Oh my god...wont you guys say your prayers… what has happened to today's youth, Allah doesn’t need such fasts in which believers don’t pray….''

And she went on and on. She kept on giving lecture to…..one minute! Whom was she giving this lecture to? As a matter of fact while the poor mother kept on chiding her children, the apathetic children were already half way through their sleep! =)

xx Self intro xx

Aaah finally i've created a blog!!!!! :) Anyways...
hi! This is areej. I was born in Jeddah and i've spend my childhood there. Whatever time I spent in Jeddah, it was surley one of the unforgettable period of my life. It has almost been 9 years now in Karachi but even today if I get a chance to make a choice between Karachi or Riyadh (this is where my dad is now), I without even thinking twice, would prefer to live in Riyadh!
Well, I did O-levels from 'The City School' and then did my intermediate from 'D.A degree college for women'. And now I am doing media sciences. Its a completely different life in uni, its fun too...but at the same time i cant wait for my uni to get over!! I am dying to see myself after 4 years working in some good adveristising firm or a company and earning around 1lakh per month =D (well, we all have a right to dream, right? :p)...heeeewww....its a long.. long way to go!!!