Published December 5, 2014 by katysoqewl

Well the drama was over and we were in the lobby waiting for the DOAD guys family to come. We were going together. I texted Afra and asked her if she was ready. She said that she was already waiting. They arrived and we picked her up from our agreed spot. She was dressed really nicely and modestly. She had on a skirt and top kind of thing with a color scarf and pumps.
We arrived at Ferrari world and oh well we had a blast… You know the drill… Get in there, buy all the sweets you possibly could and then begin your wait in the FORMULA ROSSA the fastest roller coaster line( I learned the name like only recently).. My brother opted for a different method ad DOAD guy told him that he does it another way. So, they went on the Fiorano GT Challenge… After that we went on the usual ones.. Couresel, Scuderio Challenge, G-Force.. And all the rest…
Afra’s mind was blown and she was literally screaming the entire time.. Then came the fun part… Going to check our hideous pictures and getting more souvenirs.. Mum always fights with dad because I think we have like maybe 50 from this place.. I decided to go for something different than the normal mug, pillow and boring stuff, I got a Ferrari case for my iPhone.. My dad bought for Afra a band custom made imprinted, “I survived Formula ROSSA with Maliha”. He got her a t-shirt, a Ferrari lipstick and had them wrap it in a toy Ferrari car… It was pretty cool.. She was so grateful for everything, and she made numerous Duaas for us over and over again. Oh and one more thing, the burkas in the namaaz rooms are red that say Ferrari all over it and Afra was in awe. We left and stopped over to catch get something to eat. After dropping Afra off, we headed back to the hotel.. I wanted to call it a day but you know the vibes there. I decided to shower and change into PJ’s and watch from the window the palm and fireworks.. I jumped into bed and gazed at the amazing qudrat of Allah, the ocean.. I was in my zone when my egg headed brother decided to come into my room..
“What do you want???” I asked in a sleepy, moany, boyish voice…
Then guess who walks in behind him ??DOAD guy

The formula ROSSA

My iPhone case…



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