|A Obscura Vita
Author: Obscura13 PM
Life is about living. For me, writing is life. When I write, I am living.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,266 - Reviews: 6 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 08-03-12 - Published: 07-29-12 - id: 3045990
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A Obscura Vita
Chapter 4: Normality
Note: There was nothing interesting going on and therefore nothing to write about.
Normal, normal, normal.
Normal is BORING.
So boring I could die of normality.
I suppose I'm over-exxagerating, as if that were true, I would be dead by now.
There's just this seriously annoyingly normal routine going on at my house - so boringly normal, in fact, that I want to choke myself just to make sure I'm a human and not a robot.
I wake up at 3 something every morning and eat Sehri (Breakfast, in other terms, to fast) and then pray. After praying, I recite Quaran for - what - two-ish hours. Or at least until 6:00.
When I'm done, I turn on the computer and spend the rest of the time on Fanfiction and Fictionpress until 1:00, when I happily go to pray again. Reading a little more Quaran precedes my prayers, however.
After I'm done, I go to sleep until 6:00. I can't sleep once I wake up in the mornings. It is physically impossible for me. I wake up at 6:00 to pray for the third time that day and then help my mother with Iftaari (Dinner, in other terms, to break a fast).
After eating, we pray for the fourth time and then watch tv. After we watch tv, which is family time and therefore mandatory for all 'family members' (I feel like Matilda), my father goes to the Mosque to pray for the fifth time, my mother prays at home, and forces my sister and I to sleep as we have to wake up early to fast.
Do you all see how normal that is?
At least, for a Muslim girl.
Now, imagine that to be your routine every single day.
Every single damned day.
Yeah. You get tired of normality.
Especially when you're me: the girl who is abnormal in every aspect of life.