Sunday morning
It was a peaceful morning and everyone woke up happily.... because today is Sunday...the happiest day for us...
I woke up and saw that Adeeb was already taking shower... again... why does he shower every morning, I remember it has been four days since I have been taken a shower but I still smell awesome.
Mom was preparing breakfast and Farha was eating strawberries. Dad was half asleep and was laying dawn on the couch and max was licking his paws near the window in sunlight.
I thought that it was pretty boring in the morning so, let's do something fun. I dressed myself like I was going to a beach, Printed shirt, black denim shorts and black sunglasses.
"Morning everybody" I said walking downstairs like a boss.
"Who are you." Mom said dramatically.
"I know you cannot recognize me because I look awesome" I replied.
"No dear you look like a sloth is going for a vacation" Mom said dauntingly.
"I think it broke" i said placing my palm on my chest.
"What's broken, let me guess your ego" Farha replied with full of attitude.
"Let's just not talk about it." I said dramatically
Then everyone gathered around the dinning table to eat breakfast. We ate peacefully but peace was not meant to be there, that's what made me worried. It felt like the silence before the storm. And just as I thought an hour later the door bell rang three times continuously. When Mom went to open the door, It was exactly the biggest storm.... our relatives, un invited...
"Assalamualaikum" said Grandmother
"walaikum assalam, Ammi I wasn't expecting for you to come like a surprise gift." Mom said
"hello Bhabhi how are you, It has been so long" said Chahi Farzana
"Yes it has been so long." Mom replied
And we kids greeted everyone and then they started to pinch our cheeks....
(Let me introduce you guys to our relative.)
Cha-cha Jameel: A person who is obsessed with cricket, and snores louder enough to wake the neighbors from a mile away.
Chachi Farzana: She thinks her food is the best in this world and, she can easily beat any master chef easily.
Grandmother: Aka Dadi.... she is basically the ring master, if she orders something to be done, then it should have to be done, no matter what, or else she will insult you until you'll start questioning your own existence.
As they came we were all in the living room chatting with each other.
"Oh dear i am just here to save you." Grandma said to mom.
"Save me from what?...." mom replied to grandma
"From modern parenting dear, this generation is chaotic and doesn't understand the traditional way of parenting." Grandma said holding mom's hand
"Don't worry Ammi I know how to raise my kids." mom replied.
"Then what are these takeout boxes doing here, my grandchildren's are eating junk, they should be eating more green vegies. In my days I used to beat you all if you ever refused to eat vegies, and always scolded you to play outside, not with phones, and see... you turned out to be well." Grandma said dramatically.
"Mom that time was different, my kids also play outside sometimes." mom replied assuring her.
Meanwhile Cha-cha Jameel was watching cricket match on T.V on maximum volume.
"Wow this tv has awesome base Masha-Allah." said Cha-cha Jameel.
for those who doesn't know Mashallah is said to apricate something's or someone's beauty
"Adeeb how long are they gonna stay here." I whispered in Adeeb's ear.
"I think a whole weak maybe." Adeeb said worriedly.
"Then it's gonna be a long weak" I muttered to myself.
"Where is the kitchen kids, I'll make some samosa's for you all" said Chachi Farzana.
"Let me take you there Chachi" Farha said leading the way.
"Finally we'll get to eat some snacks" I said finally hearing something nice.
After preparing the samosas and turning the entire kitchen into a mess, Chachi Farzana called us all and served the samosas to everyone. Well the samosas looked like someone has punched them from top
"Is it edible" Farha whispered to me
"Let's try it, but get your phone ready and if something happens to me just call the ambulance." I said to Farha.
I tried that samosa thinking that I shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.... but I was wrong. It was burned from inside and the filling had a salty taste... and it was too much salt believe me. Everyone pretended that it was good but they didn't ate more then half of it.
"Why is this house so quite, someone put on a Qawwali on tv, and look at the fridge it looks like there has been an earthquake inside it, and why does your husband looks like a samosa, from tomorrow on he have to run ten laps daily, around the garden in the morning and look at these kids they look pale, from tomorrow they'll only eat green vegetables, no more junk food and all of you have to do yoga everyday in the morning to turn yourselves back to humans from sloths." said grandma
"Why me??" dad replied.
"Are we getting tortured " I muttered to myself.
"I wanna shift to hostel, right now" Farha muttered to herself.
"From now on I'll sleep in my office." Adeeb said to himself.
"And you Farha from tomorrow on you'll make the morning tea and also help your mother with her cooking, understand." grandma said to Farha
Farhana looked like she had been hit by a slipper.
"And both of you, Adeeb and Zaid you'll be responsible to buy all the groceries." grandma said to us in a scolding tone.
"We are trapped, there's no way out." This thought came to both of our mind's at the same time.
At night everyone went to guest rooms to sleep but we were not able to sleep because of Cha-cha Jameel's snoring. I can even see him in my dreams, sleeping and snoring, he sounded like a tractor .
The storm was not the right word to name this situation. It was a hurricane who have hit our house silently.