Stayin' Halal

Happy Birthday to Me

Today was the last day of Sophomore year. My best friend Yusra was already bawling.

"Its gonna be okay." I tried reassuring her.

"E-E-Everyone is leaving" she said through tears.

"Thats what happens at the end of the school day, but I promise they'll be back next year"

"I-I-I'm gonna m-m-miss everyone so much" then I just let her cry into my shoulder. I couldn't blame her, I was gonna miss everyone too. School sucks, the stress, the homework, and the food, are all horrible. But I was gonna miss my friends. Staying up working on Mr. Utley's project last minute, running through the halls during lunch, having stupid conversation in class, were all going to be missed. I had so many memories this year, my phone which had no more space on it, only held so much of them.

"Stop crying or you're going to make me cry" I tried telling her without my voice cracking. She sat up straight as we both watched the bus drove away from the school.

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"MAMA I'M HOME!" I shout when I open the front door.

"THERE IS NO NEED TO SHOUT!" she shouted back.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING!"

"Ahhhhh. Just com here and give me kiss" I did as my mommy commanded."So how was school?"

"Its always sad the last day of school."

"Well at least there is no more complaining about homework from you."

"Mama whats for dinner?" My older sister Maria butted into our conversation.

"Me and Mama were having a conversation, wait you're turn." I told her.

"Ugh. I'm just so hungry Mama." She went on.

"Fine Maria, why don't we get you a snack since..." My mom began. At that point I just walked upstairs, there was no way in stopping my sister now. My sister was my senior by 2 years. I was 17, as of next week, and she was 19. She was going to start college in the fall and was engaged to some nice man named Yusuf. I had 2 younger brothers, Mohammed and Mazan. Mohammed was 12 and Mazan was 10. I considered myself the middle child since Mohammed was a baby according to Mama and Mazan was a baby according to Baba. I was also guilty since I babied Mazan a lot too. Mazan wasn't planned, so one day my mom got an x-ray because of a fall and realized she was carrying him. He was born with mental disabilities and an un-beating heart. Today he is fine but has trouble understanding and forming one words. He can say 'eat' though and work his way around Netflix. Also he gives the best kisses and hugs and is so so so cute, so I consider him my real life teddy bear.

I walked into my room and set my bags down. I used to share a room with my sister but she complained to my mom about how annoying I was and how she needed privacy so she moved into the guest room. I miss the stupid conversations and jokes sometimes, but I would never admit that.

"Now what?" I said to myself. I tend to talk myself a lot. Its composed of myself blabbering nonsense then going into thought, thinking out loud, and random conversations. No one knew what I was going through except for me of course. Also I'm pretty hilarious, so it's always a pleasure. I racked my head about how this summer was going to go.

"So Ramadan is coming up," oooohh I can work on my taqwa! " Maria is getting married," that means I get to go buy a dress,yes! "OH AND YOUR BIRTHDAY IS NEXT WEEK!!" At this point I was up happy dancing in my room. You could consider it dancing or me flailing around swinging my arms and legs in random directions. I'll admit it was a little childish.
"Who is turning 17? I am turning 17! Who's turning 17? Im turn-"