What a wonderful world!

Fasting has begun!

Today is the first of our Holy Month, Ramzan. Starting from today, (a bit earlier than us in Saudi Arabia and some other countries), muslims will fast from dawn to dusk until mid October.

My family does not let me fast, because sometimes I have to take medicines. While fasting, we are not allowed to eat or drink anything. We eat a meal in the middle of the night, (at around 3 AM). This meal is called the Sehri. We are allowed to take this midnight meal from 3 till the morning prayer time, which is usually around 4:40 AM. We have to say a special prayer before Sehri.

Then, when we break the fast right after sunset, we have to take Iftar (the fast breaking meal) after saying another special prayer. (Sigh! Wish I could fast, but my Mom will never let me, because fasting is fatal for me. If I fast, my body temperature goes a lot below normal. My dad, who's a pharmasist, says this is a sign of low blood pressure. Can anyone tell me why this happens? Because I suffer from this even in winter.)

Moreover, I'm seriously dehydrated. I didn't know about this, but doctor found it out when I went to visit her a few months back. So....always keep on drinking water!

I was born premature, and was really underweight, so my mom was afraid to give me any sort of vaccine. No more injections for her, please. She'll have to suffer for one injection.

It is true, that because of an injected medicine I'm suffering now, but how can I forget that the same medicine had saved my life?

I have a friend in my tutor's place, who's really pretty. Damn, I wish I had that height and hair. Her name's Karishma. She teaches her neighbour, and earns a fortune. I had done the same after my O levels, I'll write that in some other entry.

I have shoulder- long hair, and my dark brown eyes are shielded by glasses. I look a lot like my Mom and my brother. But I'm not tall.

I was talking about Karishma and her student with my sister today. She reminded me that I can't think of those things, because now I have to depend on a walking-stick, and my dad or elders has to accompany me when I go out. I'm not allowed to go out alone, because the pain or paralysis can attack me anytime.

I was in heaven for the first 12 years of my life. There was no continuous pain, and I could score 90 up in class. But from 1998, till now, my grades cannot be what I want them to be. THANKS A LOT TO MY FOOT!

After my A levels, I'll get students who'll come to my home. No one has any objection to that.

My sister got me two new dresses today. one is red-green, the other blue-pink.

Anyways, gotta go, see you later, blog.