i feel the need to celebrate, to shout with joy..
to climb the highest building in Manchester and shout at the top of my voice:
'people of Manchester, i have slept for more that 5 hours last night'
yep that's the cause of my celebration, the crazy dude living opposite us has not made an appearance all last night, for the past 5 days people i would fall asleep after 1am and i would be woken up at around 4:30 and walahi i wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, that is until last night where i slept at 11 and i woke up at 5 for fajer and then i went back to sleep and woke up at 9, i feel the need to buy 10 camels in celebration.
i need to say mashallah because i may just give myself the evil eye
you know 2 days ago the crazy dude made me laugh so hard, basically i didn't realise he noticed me looking at him from the back garden, so 2 nights ago, he was making a huge commotion, shouting as usual and so as usual i stepped into the back garden and looked across at him and the sight i saw was seriously funny loooool.
basically he was wearing a hijab, wallahi no lie, he was looking straight at me and he had a t-shirt wrapped in the style of hijab around him head and he kept fixing it and smiling at me, looooooool.
the nigh before at 4.30 he woke me up to the sound of the radio, and he was singing along in a really high pitched noise, it was one of the most worst noises i have heard in my life, i didn't get up i was just fuming with anger in my bed, and then suddenly i heard 2 bang noises and i thought 'my god, one of the neighbours has shot him' so ran to the window and instead of him lying in a pool of blood he was banging his door repeatedly over and over again, see the craziness has progressed..
yesterday i did not see him or hear him, do you think he's ok? I'm going to find out whats happened.
not a very nice sight, 5 days of sleepless nights people, I'm surprised my eye is still functioning.
at one point i was contemplating going over to his garden and joining him in the shouting, maybe having a competition to see who could get the loudest pitch and shouting nonsense, like 2 days ago he was roaring:
'THE LION IS HUNGRY, HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYY'
my mum had to stop me from throwing la7am (meat) at him..