"Fire. Fire."

An hour ago, the fire alarm went off. It made a loud blaring sound and a robotic voice (sounding very much like Siri's) said, "Fire. Fire."

I, who had been lazin' around with the iPad in H's room, stopped, dropped, and rolled. Just joking. *pinches self* Y'shouldn't be jokin' 'bout that, girl.

So all I did was put down the iPad in fright, and I sprinted out of H's room and stood in front of the bathroom, right where the fire alarm was blaring loudly on the ceiling. I panicked. There couldn't seriously be a fire! I ran inside my room and was about to say something to S but she told me to turn off the alarm. So I pressed that nice round button and the blasted blaring died away. S came out. "Did you turn it off?" she asked. "Yes," I answered. "There isn't any fire!"

S felt around the alarm, feeling for any hot air. But nothing. Nothing at all. "Go and see if there's any fire," S ordered bossily. I went to the front door and opened it. No fire in sight, and no smoke either! What was this madness? "No fire in the front yard," I reported as I passed by my room and walked briskly through H's room into the sunroom. I opened the back door, and the kids at the playground were still screaming like lunatics.

From behind me came a voice, "Obviously there's no fire back here."

"Maybe it was a jinn, because jinns are made of fire," I said. Then another thought came to me:  the fire in Yosemite Park. It was just a thought, and it couldn't be true since the fire couldn't have reached our fire alarm. But what had really caused the alarm to leap into action?

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THANKS

THANKS SIRI FOR TELLING ME THAT IT WOULD BE SUNNY TODAY AND TOMORROW. YOU'RE SO CLEVER, ALTHOUGH YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE. ND YOU DON'T TAKE THE CREDIT FOR KNOWING ABOUT THE WEATHER ANYWAYS. THE PEOPLE WHO TRIED TO PREDICT THE WEATHER GOT THE KNOWLEDGE FROM ALLAH. SO YOU SEE, SIRI, YOU'RE NOT VERY HELPFUL AT ALL.

its exercise time fr me. i did some jumping jacks 16 minutes ago from now (9:30 am). im totally bored an' dat probalby explains the bad grammar. but bd grammric ppl wont care. anyway my brothers blog is more non grammary XD

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I'm drummin' my fingers on my collarbone

There is an aqiqah tonight for a baby named Muhammad. There are already too many Muhammads in our community here. Unfortunately, them babies/kids don't live up to their names.

Well, I don't live up to mine, either, but I don't know how to. How am I supposed to live up to the name 'Light'?

My sister does live up to her name, but only for herself. *cackle* She is peaceful when she isn't crazy.

H lives up to his name by making cardboard weapons. But he isn't a martyr. (...yet)

Z lives up to his name by drawing and writing junk everywhere and slipping junk papers under my door. He also increases the hate for him in people [jk]. (Zaada means increase. But that isn't Z's name.)

I sure don't live up to mine, as I said before. First, I'm not physically light. Second, my skin won't totally compare to 'light' either. So...how?

Well, I do lighten up moments by falling and making people laugh. *sheepish grin* And I do like light, because darkness depresses me.

But I'm not the source of light.

Why am I talking about this?

NEVAH MAHND. PEACE OUT.

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