dear diary.
Today was friday, the most impotant day of the week for muslims. We woke up really early and prayed fajr (morning prayer) together. Then read Quran together and remembered Allah (God in arabic) even more. Then we Went back to sleep.
8.00 clock, tililing tililing (alarm sound)
"ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I hate waking up this early, why do we have to start this early everyday." with my eyes soon shuting, I went up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and like Always looked horrible. I took a shower, brashed my teeth and took out my best alfit, cuase it's friday. "What to do with my hair? Should I....... I don't even know I want to do with it. aaaaaaaaaaah i hate this feeling. Oh, wait I will wear a turtleneck and skirt, so i Think it will cute with my hair down and straight."
bum bum bum (going down the stairs)
"Mother is breakfest ready? I need to hurry or the bus school will leave. Yes honey and it your favorite, pancake. Omg, mom thank you." Before i left home i kissed her on the check and told her " I love you, bye".
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