THE PRIDE OF THE PAKI

Pampered Ones Never Seem To Get Enough

Okay so, I hate things which scream in the morning. And my alarm clock seems to be on top of the list. Oh God!

My eyes fly open at the shrill sound of my purple spongeBob alarm clock resting on my side table. I look around. Sunlight is streaming through a divide in the curtains I closed clumsily late last night.

I gaze at my alarm clock. 7:45. Great, now the unwanted paki will run late on her first day. I have never been late in mylife. I have always woken up early before dawn to pray, recite the Quran and then get ready for school. But now that I think of it, it has all been due to my ammi who has always woken me. To think that she is not present with me here in this moment is so overwhelming that I am almost overcome with tears.

I drag myself out of the comfortable bed and move myself inside the neat yet unfamiliar washroom. I plunge myself under the Luke warm faucet of water and close my eyes. This is something I have always done on days I have feared facing.

I pull on myschool uniform. As the girls uniform is a red skirt with a white dress shirt and a matching red tie, I tag along, mostly, but swap my skirt with the red pants from the boys uniform instead. Something I will made further fun of. Great. Please don't miss the sarcasm.

It is as I am forced to skip breakfast due to lack of time that I yearn for my home. I can nearly smell the delicious 'paratha' made by my ammi. I realize now that this Kiran, considered so independent and brilliant is actually a pampered spoon fed girl, and the pampered ones never seem to get enough.

Five minutes later I am dragging my feet towards the building I am dreading stepping into. Foreign things give you a strange vibe. Its not always negative. Its just that they are so... not what we are used to. Imagine me surrounded by a world of these things. Until last night I was so excited to be here. I still am. But now I know its gonna be hard to settle. I wonder how ammi and abba would react if they knew their daughter is not only late to school on her first day, but has also missed her prayer. Something in my gut tells me it is not gonna be as goody and luxurious as I anticipated.

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