You're sitting in your room and suddenly, the most amazing smell enters your room...
Mmmm... its your favorite food with a hint of flowers!
You're following the scent until you enter the lounge and see beautiful ornaments and lovely flowers. You're about to touch it when your mom yells from the kitchen,"Don't touch that! Its for the guests!!!"
Guests? We're expecting guests? You think. Oh well! I'll just devise up a plan to avoid the guests. Mwahahahah!
You make your way to the kitchen and see Gulash! Oh that beautiful dish... so mouthwatering mmm...
You have your eyes on it and your mum yells, "Don't touch that! Its for the guests. How many times must I tell you? All you do is eat and sit in your room. You leave your 'pur' mozar all alone in the matbakh(kitchen) to pre-parr food for the guests. Haven't I told you guests are coming today. But noooo, you're ob-lee-vee-yas to every-sing. Hatooli Shibshib! HATOOLI SHIBSHIB!(Bring me the shibshib) "
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Assalamualaykum wa rahmatuallahi wa barakatu! How are you all doing? School's killing me...
Anyway, this plot was suggested by the lovely @wriitingbee and yes, you can of course request. I do accept it. Did you guys notice that mom's always have mood sings? I tried to show that on the last paragraph and oh, in the last paragraph, I changed the spelling of a few words because its usually how mums say it. :-D lol
Anyway, rabbina ma'akou(God is with you) xo
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