User blog:Flyinggirl4/Life of a Muslim Hijabi Girl...=P Part 2

Hey guys! =P This is part 2 of Life of a Muslim Hijabi Girl. =P

If you haven't read part 1 yet, make sure to check it out! Here's the link:

http://legomessageboards.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Flyinggirl4/Life_of_a_Muslim_Hijabi_Girl...%3DP

Disclaimer: Many of these actions and examples are exaggerated for more hilarity. Please do not think that this is a completely accurate summary of our lives.

Anyways, moving on!

'''1. Most of us take forever to get ready. =P'''

7:00

Me: *opens closet door* What should I wear today?


 * finds an ugly tank top that she has never seen before*

Me: How did this get in my closet?! *throws it to the other side of the room*


 * finds a hideous skirt that that she doesn't remember buying*

Me: what's up with my cloest today?!

7:10

Brother #1: *comes in* You aren't ready?! It's time for breakfast!

Me: But I have nothing to wear...

Brother #1: *facepalm* You have a closet filled with clothes.

Me: Yeah, but I don't have anything to wear!

Brother #1: *rolls eyes and leaves room*

7: 20

Me: *lays on the ground thinking about what I'm doing with my life*

7:30

Me: *when I am sticking pins into my hijab, I accidentally poke my head with one* OW!

7:40


 * hijab is filled with more than enough pins*

7:50

Me: I'm bored of this hijab style, I'm gonna look for a new one. *looks on Youtube for turtorials*


 * tries to do hijab style*


 * fails*

Me: I'm saved from bad hair days, but I'm prone to bad hijab days. *looks miserably at reflection in mirror*

8:10

Me: *finally gets ready and goes to eat breakfast, to find that her tea became cold and that the cereal is soggy*

'2. We use our knives...Very differently. =P'


 * Brother #2 and me are sitting in the living room*

Me: *holding the knife with both hands, it's tip facing the the cieling* BISMILAHHI IRAHMANIR RAHEEM! IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, THE ENTIRELY MERCIFUL, THE ESPECIALLY MERCIFUL!


 * takes the knife and stabs it in a cake and starts to cut it*

Brother #2: ...O_o

Me: *smiles at brother* Want some cake? =D

'''3. It can be hard to wake up for Fajr (prayer at dawn) sometimes. =P'''


 * alarm clock rings*

Me: Mhhmmm...*tries to hit the snooze button while eyes are closed, and fails several time until hand falls on button by chance*


 * goes back to sleep*

Mom: *insert my name here*! Get up, it's time to pray!

Me: *still half-asleep* Mhmm...


 * brother comes in room*

Brother #1: Mom told me to come and wake you up, so WAKE UP!

Me: *still half-asleep* Okay, mom, I'll eat my room...Just wait for five more minutes...

Brother #1: ...O_o *walks out of room*

Me: *rolls around and falls off the bed onto the ground* *finally wakes up* Ouch, what happened?


 * as soon as I realize who I am, where I am, and that i'm still alive, I crawl to the bathroom in my sleepdrunk state*

Me: *brushes teeth* *does Wu'du* *prays* *barely finishes prayer on time before the sun rises*

4. At the Restaurant...=P

Waiter: *gives food* Here is your food, ma'am.

Me: Thanks. *eats* This doesn't taste like chicken, would you mind telling me what's in this?

Waiter: Of course. There is pork--

Me: PORK?! *starts spitting food out* I CAN'T EAT PORK! YOU SAID YOU'D GET ME CHICKEN! *starts chasing after the Waiter with a frying pan*