Well, so many great things have happened to me. And some not so great things. But now, I'm graduating Highschool! I'm going to be going to the University Of Toronto with Mo, for his last two years. Right now, I was at the salon with Dalia (yes, Dalia came for my graduation), May, Leena and Saadia, a good friend I made a few months when I got to Sudan. Dalia got a REAL cheap ticket. Wow, we moved to Sudan 3 years ago...Life is crazy. Well, I'm over Kareem, Kareema and Raya. And Safia, that phsyco bully. But Marwan; oh whenever we go to Canada during breaks and go to their house, which I haven't been to in a year and a half, I just feel so guilty. "Excuse me, Auntie Khalda, can I please turn a song on?" I asked my makeup artist in Arabic. She nodded her head. She look 37 years old, but her technique is FLAWLES 😌. I turned on Say Mashallah and we were all vibing to it🤟. "Bro play Waynak by Adam Saleh!" Dalia suggested. "Oh my God, you're STILL not over him?!" I asked and rolled my eyes. Oh wait, I shouldn't roll them; I'll distract Auntie Khalda🤦. "It's not like you ain't over HARRIS!" Dalia laughed. "Ouuuu who's this HARRIS?" The rest of the girls came around me. "A celeb! Oh my God are you guys living under a ROCK?!" I asked.

*FAST FORWARD TO THE GRAD DINNER W MY FAM AND FRIENDS*

"Congratulations Habiba. I love you!" Mama said, kissing me all over my face. "Mama you'll ruin your lipstick!" I groaned. "I don't care about some lipstick or hagaat fargha (Random stuff in Arabic)! I care about you Marioma!" She smirked. I never knew she was THAT sassy! I kissed her back. "Aye there's my daughter." Baba chuckled in Arabic. I hugged him back. I hugged everyone, and then we started eating. "Mmmmm Mashallah, the food here is SO good! Hey Mariam, isn't this the place where you met Adel?!" Tala's 9 year old "mature self" said. I lifted my pointer finger, and before I could rant on, Mama scolded her. "It was Ahmed that told me to!" Tala squealed. Ahmed is now 7. Khaled smiled an innocent smile. "So um. Baba? Mama? I think I have someone in mind...Da-" "Oh yes yes yessss! I approve! Did you talk to her parents?!" Mama asked, on a sugar Rush. "Suhayla. He didn't even tell us who. But I think we know. Congratulations, my girl. I hope your parents approve?" Baba asked. Dalia nodded her head. I was SOOOO happy for them!

When we got home, Dalia and I went into my room, which is now our room for the time being."ahhh aren't you excited?! I know I am! For university of Toronto, the wedding and having Starbucks again!" Dalia exclaimed. "You're not even ENGAGED! Hey I have an idea. Let's make a Tik Tok." I exclaimed. I got my phone out and chose the Corvette dance, cutting the B-word out. "Corvette corvette!" We screamed along with the song.

*TWO DAYS AFTER*

"I'll miss you Dalia! Stay safe." I yelled to her. Dalia had to go back to Canada so, I'll just see her at University, Inshallah.

"Baiiiii!" She yelled back.

We got in our car and drove back home, when Mama had an idea. "Let's go to the Afraa Mall!" Baba rolled his eyes. "We ALL know how this ends. You turn it into a fashion fiesta." He said. ) We all pouted and he rolled his eyes, changing course for the mall.

When we got to the mall, I went to my fave shop: سمحه, which means pretty in Arabic😍. I bought a pretty velvet material cropped top and the women in the store looked at me like😳'Say whaaaat?' I looked back at them and to the top. "What? I'll wear a body under it." I said, in Arabic. They all headed back to there shopping. DONT WORRY, A BODY IS A TIGHT LONG SLEEVED SHIRT THAT YOU WEAR TO BE MORE MODEST! NOT A REAL BODY! lmao. I swear, Arabs and Muslims can be SO judgmental sometimes like, what? It ain't your business. I bought my shirt and stood out of the store, texting May.

-Ayeeee short chapter ik...Anyway, PLZ GUYS, ask questions! WHOEVER ASKS A QUESTION GETS SHOUTOUTS!!!!