Habibi ;3

Happy birthday to me

The Surprise

The next day came faster than I hoped. I woke up at exactly 6:00. Pity it was a weekday. “Happy Birthday to me, “I whisper-sang to myself. Ma’sh’allah.

 Another year has gone past. Another year spent with Allah and worthy of the knowledge of Islam.

 I snuggled into my warm…very warm bed. It felt so snug around me. I almost didn’t want to leave it. I looked around my room, which was still dark because of the late winter sun.

 January 12th. 

 Trust my birthday to be in the slow, cold season.

 Downstairs, I heard lots of cluttering around, presumably my mother cooking the birthday breakfast like she did every year.

She was going to probably make it more special due to my latest argument with her and my father. 

I walked to the bathroom and had a shower and brushed my teeth. I never usually have showers in the morning; how everyone else does it is beyond me. Normally, it’s too cold or I never wake up early enough and my long, thick hair never dries…it also goes frizzy if I brush it after I shower. My hair is weird. It’s naturally curly/ wavy in some places but I can’t brush it immediately after drying it otherwise my hair will be a big ball of frizz.

However, since it’s my birthday and I’ll just let it dry naturally because I have time today I decided to shower. Couldn’t sleep for some reason.

Then, leaving my hair to dry naturally, I let it out of its towel, which I had wrapped around my hair in a turban style. I slowly applied my makeup. I went light with my face but opted for a dark red colour lipstick for my lips, which I’ve never used before because I always thought red never suited me and was too bright…or bold. But, this colour suited me and looked really nice. I rimmed my eyes with kohl and added a Smokey affect with my eye shadow and masses of mascara. Thankfully, it didn't go clump. Phew.

 I put on my fluffy dressing gown over my snug pajamas. Then I paused outside my door.

Time for some fun.

Slowly I got a few things, which I would need and slipped in to my brother’s room.

Typical him he was sleeping on his back, which the prophet advised not to do. The prophet always slept on his right side with is hand tucked under his cheek-chin area. It was sawa’ab to sleep like that!

 Sneaking in to his bed, I paused. Hussain had a 6th sense. He could sense anything when he was asleep. It was scary. I took a deep breath and tiptoed over to him. I would of laughed if I was watching myself at that moment. I was truly terrified.

I slowly got the cream I had in my hand and sprayed some on his outstretched hand. Je was snoring slowly, with days worth of stubble on his chin, which would be, covered n cream any moment.

After carefully laying a ball of cream on his hand, I tapped his nose. That’s all it took.

He then scratched his nose subconsciously in his sleep. Okay that didn't work...

I then trailed my finder down the edge of his nose. Aha. Smacking his cream covered hand on his face, Hussain sat up groaning, clearly confused with what was going on. Quickly grabbing my air-horn…yes AIR-horn (Which I had got last year for my birthday!) I pressed it right next to his ear.

 BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

He literally jumped a foot in the air and shrieked. SHRIEKED!!

Not noticing me, I crawled out of his room and ran downstairs.