Hey guys!!! what’s up!!! I can’t hear you!!!!!
Obviously I can’t.
Lifes good. yeah. thanks for asking.
so, in the past two months, a ton have happened. It was like I was in the apocalypse but I survived. So did everyone else.
I apologize my fans ( I, me and myself) for being late in uploading my next post. I thought this was a once in a week blog but it actually is a once in an eternity blog.
Lets get to the topic- why is life so mysterious?? The most unexpected things happened to me at the most unexpected times. From the past two months I got to know that the only true new years resolution thats going to take place is not to forget to change your calendar. I made a resolution to lose my weight when I was 60 kilograms and guess what?? I have gained 10 kilograms. I was also crazy about the way the weeknd grows his hair right now, so I deccided to grow hair like him. now I’m bald. for life.
(remember back in the days when poems used to relate to your life? memes does it now a days.)
My religion teaches me to do everything in order, so let us discuss everything one by one.
INCIDENT NO.1- LE RESTAURANTE DISASTAR (Is that french?)
This is not actually a disaster that happened in a restaurant but actually about a restaurant trip that did not happen.
5 weeks ago from the date of this post, a girl and a boy decided to make a get-together for everyone in 7th grade in my religious class (don’t misunderstand I’m in 10th grade at school) because everyone passed their exams( interesting fact of life- you can pass the exams without even writing them). the Duke and the Duchess of this “reunion” were Ammar and Meharin. We, the normal students were just subjects. They first fixed Sheraton Doha, but that’s when they found out that 200% of them cannot afford it. Eventually they fought and debated on about 7342678365 restaurants, 8768769 cafes and 8970097 hotels. Every one time a restaurant got almost fixed, Ammar called up around 62 people. This was a debate for around like, 4 weeks. They fought for over every minor obstacle that came in their way. It was fun to watch them struggle (no offence) because i knew this ain’t gonna happen. They even did a couple of votes and wrote statistics for the programme. For me it literally felt like as if though they were fighting to achieve world peace. They were all struggling for the sake of a time’s worth of food. When I told them them about this, they were like they wanna get “social”. I kept his fact in my mind, and when i asked them to shift their mind to some nearby park, they were like who is gonna bring the food. For the sake of this false show, there existed two instagram groups and a countless number of whatsapp groups. (no offence again)
even before they fixed the restaurant, they fixed the timings from 7 to midnight.
you may read that again.
after the long 4-week debate on various billion types of restaurants, they fixed a restaurant which was 5 meters away from our school.
I could imagine them leaving a huge sigh of relief and hugging each other, as if they have finally achieved world peace.
it was also evident that half of us wouldn’t be coming.
including our queen’s crush.
the half of us were all the important funmakers, and without them, any event would be in black and white.
moreover, they weren’t able to inform completely everyone about this.
one “truth” they told me was that the school principals and teachers would be there.
that was just the beginning.
when I went back home telling mom whether I could take her phone to the thursday programme.
mom said no.
not to the phone
to the programme.
I badly wanted to go there not because I would miss my friends but to escape the 1000 km walk at souq waqif (central marketplace)
I told mom that every teacher in the whole wide universe would be coming. My mom was like can she call ONE of them. I told her she can call them in the evening because I always doubt my friends in cases like this.
The evening came that day (captain obvious wrote this line), and I told mom to call.
she called one of the 1000000 teachers.
and that one said no one is coming.
I told her to call some of my friends and discovered none of them is going either.
that same teacher left a message in our group stating that we should go at or own risk and the madrasa(school) won’t be held responsible for any of the incidents occurred there.
when my father came home from work, my mother showed this message to father, and he called up the principal. he too said the same dialogue, and he cut the phone. The same principal called Meharin’s father and either of them cancelled the whole programme.
5 weeks of struggle in the air.
(it was fun to watch it fly)
some kids started blaming me, and I made some of my best friends understand.
I left the rest alone.
because it is the first time I’m having haters.