Everything is broken
I am at work early just so I can have few minutes of peace and quiet to write in this blog.
My niece who is almost 3 years old and speaks Arabic in a Palestinian dialect better than my sister and I combined!
When we went to Toronto to pick her mom and my niece up, when she saw me, she said, “MONA!” She still remembers me because it is very easy for her to say my name. My name is one of the easiest to pronounce!
At home, she cannot sit still. She is always asking “shu hay?” (What is this?) Or “Nroo7 barrah!” (Let’s go outside!) Or “Sukhon!” (Hot item!) Or “Ween XXX?” (Where is xxxx?) Or “Kharbany!!” (It is broken) … then she tries to turn it on (whatever it is) and says, “Zabtet!!” (Fixed!)
So yah.. it seems her parents taught her that everything is broken and that’s why she cannot touch it, because there is no hope to turn it on (toy, anything that moves, or lights.)
Otherwise, everything else is good. My brother just drives me insane, and when I am driving, he won’t shut up and keeps giving me instructions like no tomorrow. I just gave up on him and told him to drive my car and leave me alone. I rather be in the passenger seat instead. Jeez! Why can’t other drivers let someone else drive for them? I do!!
Anyways, I need to now go back to my daily routine of coding and coding, and oh, more coding.
Life of the Rebellious Girl.. all about complaining and coding!! See what happens when we sit behind the computer screen all day?
Blah Blah, Funny, Palestine, Random Thoughts, They said what?, Whatever!


