About That Arab Life

How to be an Arab: knock knock

The first thing that comes to mind when I say "visitors are coming over" would be either

Oh no! Now I'd have to clean (mainly girls)

Or

I think I need to go pay a visit to my friend. (Mainly boys, so that they could run away from the horror that being visitors.)

Or

Is there anyone my age that I could "chill out" with?

Yes, in its own sadistic way, all humans are selfish. But never mind that.

When the visitors are over you have about roughly five groups of people.

The first one being the fathers who would be sipping on tea while talking about politics! (It's always down to politics)

The dear, beloved mothers sitting in the kitchen while munching on some mezza while also gossiping would be the second group.

The youth boys would all go outside for a game of soccer/football while the youth girls would fantasise over some cute romance movie or talk about the latest rumors in their school.

The last group is always the younger children, the oldest being about 7 years old. You can always expect a tantrum to be thrown because he took my toy and it's mine!

And soon enough, the father ( who's visiting) would call out to his wife saying something about "Yallah, we need to go home." The wife would of course oblige but after five minutes, the father would still be sitting with the rest, sipping tea while engaging in a heated debate about politics. (Somehow, it's always narrowed down to this. Lool)

Children are adorable though. Like I just wanna pinch their cheeks every time I see one of them.

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Assalamualaukum habybi Wa7ashtoni awi! I don't even know what to say. I just wanna thank you profusely for getting this story to above 700 reads. That honestly means a lot to me and GR. So shukran! Shukran! Shukran! Barrakallah Feekum

*gets thrown by rotten tomatoes* I also apologise for posting this so late. And Alhamdulilah, I have finished my exams and got my results.

~SIS