An adventure to the centre of the universe!
It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s super Mona, The Queen of the Universe!
My brother loves to scream at me because I am mean to the little bratty teenage sister!
My brother: “You two seriously need to stop fighting!”
Me: “She started it.”
My brother: “You are older! Don’t put your self down to her level!”
Me: “Whatever!”
My brother: “You seriously need to stop thinking that you are the centre of the universe. You think everything and everyone else is around you, you are the queen by your self, and not care about anything.”
Me: “Yeah? Your point is?”
My brother: “You are hopeless.”
Me: “Duh!”
I think I saw a gray hair pop out all of the sudden from my brother’s scalp! However, I beat him and I got two popping out!
I blame my almost 14 year sister!

Ask me if I grew up caring about such a thing? The answer is no. To me, Islam is Islam. People just make a big deal about little past events, and give them selves new names with new religious traditions.
