So I had a fit of rage just now.
But first, let me tell you about my morning.
Actually never mind. It was uneventful to say the least.
During the afternoon, I helped my dad to basically clean up and renovate the room because, admittedly, it was getting uncomfortable to walk around it.
Long story short, I like the results.
And then dad made something to eat, which I didn't mind. After I ate, I went ahead to wash up the dishes and cups, because I felt obligated to do it. Not because someone told me to do it.
So I went to do it and I heard my mom calling me, while telling me about putting the eggs in the tray into the bowl. I heard her, but chose not to say anything because I was still washing the dishes. She called me out three times and I finally answered out of annoyance, "I heard you loud and clear."
And then she pulled the most annoying trick out of the book of Muslim Parenting.
"You ignored your parents calling you, so you'll get a heavy sin."
Hearing this annoyed me even further as she left the kitchen. Once I knew she was out of earshot, I then let out a rant.
"Oh sure, I get a heavy sin. I already had, mom. I have a fuckton of sins already. Go ahead and tell me that since you already told me that since I was 7."
I then continued on.
"Can't you see me doing work here?!! Why can't you ask anyone else BUT me?!! Sister, oh yeah, she's going to the Mall to hang out with her friends!! Hur Durr!! My youngest brother, oh wait, he's young and immature!! Oh hohoho!! Younger brother, wait a fucking second, he's younger than I am so he gets off Scot free!! Why am I always the one being told to do all your works mom?!! Is it because I'm always downstairs doing something?!! Is it because I'm the oldest brother in the house?!! IS THAT IT?!!!"
I then calmed down and began typing this.
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