18/06/2005
Dear God
Happy Birthday to ME!
I can’t believe it. I’m officially seventeen. Wow. Ok no,
it’s not wow, because I feel like crying. As childish as it may sound I DON’T
want to grow up. Why can’t we decide on an age and then remain that age
forever?
I was just telling Mama how being a certain age means you
get to check out all the high school guys and now it’s like woah, paedophile
alert. Ok, I'm not yet, but still.
We wrote Sharmaail today, which wasn't all that bad.
I think my own weariness with the very idea of getting older
turned what could have been a FABULOUS day into an ‘Ok’ one.
From a ONE year older version of me
Ta
21/07/2005
Dear God
Mama met in an accident today just near village bakery. Some
idiot decided to ignore the fact that the robot was red and sped right into
Mama. Luckily Mama is unharmed but I can’t say the same for the car.
So we’re car-less, well at least until Papa decides to send
the car in for fixing. A heads up – we’ll be waiting until doomsday, probably.
I started gyming with Za. One of her mother’s friends is a
personal trainer and she does training from home. I never thought exercising
would be for me but I am thoroughly enjoying it. Papa doesn’t know though, he’d
have a hernia, or something. Exercising is a man’s right, apparently. Don’t ask
me where he pulled that Fatwa out from.
The only con being that I have to walk home to make it in
time before Papa arrives.
Got my periods today so I’m eating like I’ve been pleading
starvation all these years. That reminds me, I’ve been going to the dentists
for the last two weeks for a root canal. The treatment in itself isn’t bad but
I’m still suffering with terrible pain. I woke up the one night in tears. Papa
was still awake so he gave me a painkiller, which helped only temporarily.
Zaheda from my class went into pardah. I really admire her
for taking that step forward , though I don’t think I’d be following suit any
time soon.
With love
Ta
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