This is the fourth day straight of cleaning spree for Eid ul Azha. It’s not like we have a gigantic house or anything, or I’m too slow or lazy. It’s just that what I cleaned three days ago is no longer clean because some other people in the house have a habit of intentionally messing things up.

I’m so tired, so freaking tired…

• of working non-stop to keep my house the way I like
• of controlling the urge to snap and say “don’t effing ruin things if you can’t fix it, if you can’t make life easy for others, don’t effing make it difficult”
• of looking at people and watching them just complain all day, and pretend that they are the victims of everything bad that happens in the world, of not moving their asses and whining
• of trying to observing sabr and shukr and failing at it spectacularly

The only thing that keeps me going is: إِنَّ اللَّهَ مَعَ الصَّابِرِينَ

Shabana Mukhtar