Sunday, August 2, 2009

My family is WE-ird

It's the...MY family is WE ird Segment!!!!!!

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)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo

"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.
Whatever.

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.

Oh and my brother C, loves Biryani. So he does a song-dance combo for it.

"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.

10 comments:

Sarah Alaoui said...

Biryani's yum!

Chuckle said...

my mom gives us that look all the time. hahaha.

and i'm probably your brother in my family. i love singing!

Constructive Attitude said...

i wrote a comment. but it vanished.

and in reference to chuckle, our mom only does this when she is EXTREMELY angry. its really scary when she gets in those moods.


i feel bad for your mom as well.

amillionmilesfromeverywhere said...

I know, I'm so sorry!! Between work and crazy lifeness going on, I've hardly had time to blog let alone read and comment. I'm hoping things will slow down now, and I'll have more time.

I'm still here though!

Kate said...

Sounds like quite the experience!

mint.fresh.muslim said...

I fear the retaliation I will get for calling you spoilt! lol Enjoy being taken care of :-)

Lopez said...

I love Biryani!!!

Yasemin said...

Awe...can't say I blame you for wanted the biryani. Sandwiches are good, but biryani it better! I made a tuna salad sandwich yesterday, and you know it's just not the same!

Soda and Candy said...

Was it, y'know... that one week when every girl is allowed to cry about sandwiches?

Cheryl said...

Biryani is delicious. I want to live at your house.