I'm starving. The story of my life.
And I'm upset. Another story of my life.
So I go downstairs to see what my mom was cooking. It sure smelt good. (I love food. For me, water and good food are some of the biggest blessings of my life. I love water. I love God for yummy water and food. I'm not a freak.)
And I see a Hyderabadi Biryani in the making. (click on the link to see a picture)
"Mummy. I don't want Biryani!!! We just had it last week. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy??!!!!!"
".......I'll give you a yummy kebab sandwich for lunch. Go away"
"Yay. It's my birthday"
"It's your birthday?"
"No...I was being sarcastic. Oh never mind."
I go upstairs waiting for my yummy kebab sandwich.
My mom comes upstairs with a rolled up pita like bread sandwich.
I start crying.
Well, not actually crying.
She's on the phone.
And so she gives me a stare that could kill Hitler twice.
It was terrifying.
So I attempted to smile, which was a fail, and looked like I was giving her a sarcastic WTH kinda smile. So she raises her hand in a threatening gesture which roughly translated to,
EAT the sandwich, STOP complaining, be GRATEFUL for your food, SAY your prayer, or I'm going to BEAT you and see you actually CRY. NOW EAT IT.
All while she was saying, "Awww that's so cute....Hmmm yeah exactly! I completely agree...Yea....Oh Hahahaha"
I wonder what, the person she was talking to, would think if she saw the way my mom looked while she was talking to her.
And so the twenty-something year old, read her prayer,
in the name of Allah and upon the blessings of Allah,
and quietly ate her sandwich...which actually turned out to be pretty yummy.
"Birrryanii. Birrryaniii....Hyderabadi Biryani. Birrrryani. Birrrryani...Hyderbadi Birryaniii. BIRYANIIIIII...It's so yummy. I LOVE YOU MOM. Biraynniii..."
And he wouldn't stop until someone yelled at him.
Sometimes, I feel bad for my mom.