Me: What do uvulas DO? Do they even do anything??
Sabiheen *with a completely serious look on her face, which made me then focus hard on what I thought would be an enlightening conversation*: Okay, when you close your mouth, disco lights come on and—
*I burst into laughter*
*Sitting in the JC at George Mason*
Me: You guys, I got such a good parking spot today, it’s not even funny. Mashallah.
*Runa sprays a perfume on herself*
Me: Ew, what was that? It smells so bad! It smells like the STEM of a flower, not even the actual flower!!
*Runa, Mina and Madina are trying to go up to a family to hold their cute baby in one of the rest areas in the mall*
Me: Come on guys! Let’s go!
Runa: No! If it was a dog you know you would be doing the same thing!
Me: Yeah but it’s normal to ask someone to pet their dog. Its NOT normal to ask to pet their kid!
| *Tootie flies onto Mustafa's head, Mus angrily brushes him off so he lands on my head instead* | |
| Mus: | That's so rude. Tootie thinks that JUST because he can fly he can land on anyone's head. Like, 'Oh, I have legs! Let me walk on your face!' |
*Having fun “predicting” our futures 10 years from now*
Rohina *predicting Runa’s marriage*: You’re gonna marry a man that LOVES Indian movies!
*Trying to convince these kids at a family party that Keek is Jewish*
Kid #1: Okay, what do you celebrate then?!
Keek: Hanukkah.
Kid #2: THAT’S WHAT AFRICANS CELEBRATE!
Me: OMG! I love petting furry things!!!!! Anonymous girl: Then you’d love to pet my armpits.
| My mom: | Zohra, do you want to come with me to my friend's house tonight? She has a daughter your age that you can hang out with. |
|---|---|
| Me: | Who is this daughter? How have I not met her before? ...Wait. How old is she? |
| My mom: | Uhh like...13 or 14. |
| *silent pause* | |
| Me: | I'M 22 YEARS OLD! -____- |
