So, parents. I know right? let alone egyptian, strict parents. ughhh the struggle..Sleepovers? Nope. A lot of pop culture references from childhood fly over your head now, because you weren’t allowed to watch Netflix or mean girls for that matter or PG-13 movies or anything remotely interesting to kids your age. Also, you knew better than to ask to dye your hair. And dating? Don’t make me laugh. And then cry. And then laugh again, right before crying.Your parents knew the first thing you’d buy with your own money is something that you love and they hate, like a tattoo or any sort of social currency.”hi. where r u? love, dad.” is the only text you receive.
But let’s be honest they were right about a few things.
Shhh, don’t tell them I said that.
So you know the infamous call you get at 10pm sharp and them telling you they’re outside? You were always the first person who had to leave when everyone was hanging out. ALWAYS. Also the days you had to study so hard so they’d approve of “kherooget el khamees”. You learned patience throughout having to wait for them to be in a good mood to ask them for something and them having to reply with “inshallah habebty inshallah”. You got to the point where you could feel it in the air in your house that they were in a bad mood.
The phase were all you wanted was to rebel against them. When i say rebel i mean staying awake on your phone until 5am and pretending that you’re studying when you’re really not. Or the 7 year war over whether that skirt was too short or if the words on your Abercrombie shirt were too suggestive. And when you were watching anything and always changed the channel if your parents walked in on you watching something where the characters might kiss. You know how careful telling jokes to your parents because their response toes the line between laughing along to immediately going off on a 45 minute rant and probably sending you to your room afterwards.
You laugh in your friends’ faces when they tell you to just unfriend your parents so they won’t be able to see your profile. What they don’t know is you won’t be able to use Facebook at all if you did that… because your parents would promptly take your computer and phone away.
Even if your parents are just going out for the night, they INSIST on calling your grandparents to “babysit.” Because only one of two things could possibly happen if you were given that much freedom: 1) You’ll throw a raging house party and burn the house down, or 2) Some big baddie will choose that weekend to come kidnap you (and all your siblings) in your sleep. And of course You know the frustration of always having your suggestions and opinions shut down.
and the infamous inshallah you get hit with every time you ask for something, weather that’d be going out or wanting to buy something. You know it has to take weeks to try and convince your parents to do anything remotely simple such as a thursday kherooga and when you finally do get to go out, you get hit with the 21 questions game. There is nothing like the interrogation you went through to go out.
Curfeww ….. oh lord ,From the rare few times your parents let you go out, you have discovered that if you aren’t home by 8 on a weekday and 10 on a weekend, you can forget going out for the next few weeks. and of course the mother’s thought process: she wants to go see a movie at 7:00pm on a Friday? Oh, no way. She’s up to something.
but in the end , they love you (i hope so) sooo just hang tight till you move out 🙂