I felt it did

yes

i did

i felt the blog needed another post

cuz the previous posts have been little shorties

like me

so yeah

someone come help fix my grammar

now

*coughs out mucus* Ah, that's better.

Now, the purpose of this post was to amuse you. And so I will tell you something amusing.

Last night, we went for iftar at the masjid. As soon as the athan was over, I ate a date and drank all my lemonade. Then I prayed. Then I feasted. The beef was veddy goot. So was the salad. As for dessert - pooh! I had two donuts and remained content. Then Halima Bean said she wanted to fight with me. So in the musalla we tussled and rolled on the ground, and a random kid became the fight announcer.

"The big one has won 5 times!"

"The big one has won 7 times!"

"Oh, the little one won 3 times!"

Before that the kid saw me playing with Lima Bean on the ground, and he said, "You look overgrown."

"I am," I said.

He squinted and said, "How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

He was silent.

Then, Lima Bean went spinning because she was bored. So she spun for a long time and she said, "Oh I'm gonna fall!" and she went crashing into a yellow table that held a can of soda.

She remained laying there for a moment. That kid and I came over to see if she was still alive. "She's dead!" the kid said, moving her arm. Obviously she wasn't, but the soda had spilled all over the ground and some on her shirt. Lima got up and saw the spilled soda. "Oh no! We have to clean this up! I can't let any grown-up know about this!" So me, her, the kid and his little brother cleaned up the mess. So that was that, but later...

Before Isha, a woman came into the musalla for vacuuuming. Dread overcame me. It should be dry by now, no worries, said my brain.

So in the beginning the vacuuming was okay, but when she went over the wet patch she asked me, "What is this?" and I shrugged. (>.< I feel really bad about doing that.) And when the vacuuming was over, sister told mom what really happened.

A few moments after that, sister came to me and said, "Lima Bean spilled coffee now!"

"Lol," I said.

And this morning, I went for tahajjud and suhoor at the masjid. When we were about to leave, Nev put on her blanket and draped it over her head. "This is my hiblanket," she said, indicating it was a mixup of hijab and blanket.

"No, it's a hijablanket!" I said.

"Yeah! Daisy, look at my hijablanket!" Nev told Lima Bean's mom.

"Hijablanket, eh?" she said.

More stuff happened. We went home.

-Nu

Eid gifts, clothes and such

Me and S are mulling over the following dilemma: What to get friends for Eid?

Especially our friend Nev, who is a Mexican convert to Islam. This is going to be her first Eid. Also, our two friends Ra and Mar, who are newcomers here. They'll be spending their first Eid here too, so I thought we should get them something. Ah well. Tonight I'll go and ask Nev to guess what her present is. XD

I'm making tomato soup for iftar tonight. Yum :9 I love tomato soup :D

I cant figure out what to wear for Eid. Meh.

-Nu