It was about time for dinner and I was working on my homework and was so bored so I decided to go on my phone for a bit when I saw that Mariam messaged me! She messaged me! Oh Alhamdullallah! I was so happy. 'Knock knock knock!' I opened the door to see mad and serious Baba and Mama. They told me to come downstairs, they wanted to talk to Kareema and I. I went downstairs. They said these words that upset me. So much that I was furious and instantly cried a river of tears. "You can't make me! You aren't even my real parents! I hate you! All of you!" I yelled and went into my room. I started packing my things in a duffle bag. Shirts, socks, pants underwear. I wasn't sure where I was going but I knew I was going far, far FAR away from here. As much as possible. After I came to my senses, I thought that running away wasn't the answer to my problems. I locked my room, played some Quran and flopped on my bed. Ya Allah. Save me from myself.........

It was about time for Duhur prayer and we were already headed to Sudan. After five days of being in Masr 'Egypt in Arabic', we had to head to Sudan. The nice thing was that my fave, Angie was coming! I was super excited. "Salam Suhayla. I am so sorry but I don't think I can come," she started. She stuttered a bit. "I think I found a guy Alhamdullallah! He's Libyan and he's tall and handsome and his name's Amaar. He also has-" She said. "Wow Mashallah Angie! I am so happy for you Habibti!" Mama interrupted and pulled Angie in for a hug. "Ya Allah. It feels like yesterday Shareef cheated on me." Angie sighed. I don't know how it feels to be abused and I hope I never know how it feels.

After saying all of our goodbyes, we went to the airport and caught our plane.

My Playlist:

Mercy: Shawn Mendes

Dancing In The Dark: Rhianna

Shikinini: PSquare

Dynamite: BTS

Icecream: Black Pink

Joanna: (I don't know who sings it lol)

Tere Tere: Toofan

This Is Me: The Greatest Showman Ensemble

This Is The Greatest Show: Cast Of The Greatest Showman

If Only: Dove Cameron

Gonna Add One: Odd Squad

Cheap Thrills: Sia ft Sean Paul

I had a bunch of other songs too. I listened to a bunch of songs then fell asleep. When it was time to get out of the plane, May woke me up. "Come on Mariam! We gotta go! We're here." She told me while shaking me. "Ok. Ok ok." I told her. I got out of my seat and caught up with my family. Once we got out of the airport, my uncle, Faahim drove us to my Haboba 'Grandma in Arabic' and Jidu 'Grandpa in Arabic' is house. Everybody was there. Aunts and uncles. Family friends and cousins. Even great aunts and uncles! When we got in there, I immediately ran to my Haboba and Maymuna, who were sitting beside each other. "There's my Maramilla!" Haboba said in Arabic. I know, I have a lot of nicknames and Maramilla is one of them🤗. I gave them both big hugs. "I missed you guys too." I told them (all of the conversations my Sudanese family and I speak are in English because all of my Sudanese family speaks only Arabic). Khalto Sarah, a family friend took the dinner out. We were having 100% Sudani, Sudani, Sudani styled food today. We had Bamya 'Okra', my fave stew, Ruz 'rice', Jidaad 'Chicken' and Mahshi 'stuffed grape leaves.' Dinner was AWESOME! I loveeeee Mahsi🤤. "So how are you Mariam? And how is Karkoobiii?!" Maymuna asked me. "Sushhhh! You'll expose me and I told you like a million times: Don't call him that! And he likes me back, yes!" I whispered. Ok SHOUT whispered🤫. I went to my room (yes I have my own room) and flopped on my bed. I decided to text Dalia.

Dalia:

Me: Haiiii wassup gurl?!

I waited for about five minutes and she didn't reply. But of course, the person I despised most had to text up.

Mawan

Marwan: Hey Princess how's Sudan?

Great...WITHOUT UUUUU!

Marwan: awwww u hurt my fewings

kk cut 2 z chase

Marwan: wdym?

y u of all ppl r texting me???

Marwan: idk just bored.

oh k

Marwan: u wanna talk?

Me: NO I GTG

Marwan: Yo y do u keep shutting me out?

Me: wdym?

Me: Hello? Marwan u there?

He didn't answer so I just left everything like that. I was tired of his usual ranting. Kareem and I didn't really talk. Not at all actually. The last time was at the party. And he didn't reply. I tried texting him by saying 'Salamz how is everything?' But he didn't reply. Weird....he was reading my messages. Did he not like me anymore? I decided to take a break from my phone and go to sleep. After all, it's night time. I'll text Dalia tomorrow. Inshallah I will.

5 AM In The Morning:

My phone was ringing. It was Dalia. "Oh my Gosh! Dalia it's 5AM. In the morning!" I said, tiredly. I wanted my sleep man. "Sorry, My Dear Foot. Anyway, I wanted to keep up with you. Wassup?!" She told me. "First of all, I'm not your foot," I started. She always cracked me up😋. "And second, nothing much. How about you?" I asked her. I was slowly starting to wake up. I got up and went to the kitchen and made myself a Nutella sandwich and some lemonade. I got the lemons from our lemon tree. "So I wanted to tell you something: Kareema and Raya definitely hate us." She told me. "Yea you just noticed? Well just avoid them until I get back Inshallah. I actually want to ask Mama and Baba when we're heading back." I just didn't want to wake them up. Not now at least. "Ugh I have to go change Taj's diaper." Dalia groaned. Taj was her baby brother. "Also I have to go to a Desi party today. Sometimes I hate being Desi just because of the parties. My God." She complained. "Oh come on it won't be that bad! I'd LOVE to go. I would go with you. Also, don't say that you wish you weren't Desi. No matter what people say." I told her. Just then I started singing Love Who You Are by Harris J, my celeb crush. I LOVE HIM! "Dalia come here or I'll hit you with a Chopal (Slipper in Pakistani)! Drop whatever you are doing! Ko Chor (Drop it in Pakistani)!" Dalia's mom yelled to her. "Gii (Yes in Pakistani) Mama! Gii I'm coming. Sorry gotta go. SALAMZZZZ!" Dalia screamed and ended the call. I hope the chapal didn't hit her hard🤣. Just then, I heard the rest of the my direct fam woke up so I went into the room we were all sharing. "Hey Mama. When are we going back to Canada?" I asked.