Published October 24, 2014 by katysoqewl

My big day was finally here, i had waited an entire year for awards day, it was the official time to receive awards. I had worked the entire year, tirelessly and today was the day i get rewarded for my hard work. Call me conceited, but i have a huge ego so i have been told. This other girl has been trying to steal my first position trophy since like i was in grade: 1 and she hasn’t yet succeeded, but i don’t plan on giving her that opportunity as long as i am alive….

Just kidding, “this other girl” is me and that was probably what Nuha ( the first positioner in my class)  would say if she was writing this, but at least she gave you the introduction. That day really was awards day and i really had been waiting the entire year for it and so after the long bayaans about being good in the December holidays and reading salaah on time and reading qur’aan every morning along with all the halaal talks and being muslim everywhere talks by moulana, it was time for each of us, to receive our report cards. They began with grade: 4 3rd position and went on. Grade: 10 came and i could feel the air thickening in the school hall as i waited, rather impatiently for them to get it all over with. Squeezing my friend, Saneeyas, hand, they called out 3rd position and guess what it was that old crush of mine, Yusuf Tayob, he is clever and everything but he had a bit of a pothole on his racing track so he flipped a bit and i blame him for it, because he was the one that decided to go with the drill and make holes to slow the other drivers down, but he got caught in his own trap ( not literally, metaphorically). Anyway i am not here to rant and rave about past crushes, so they called second positon, Nuha….

What the flanges??



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