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 Hi  I slept at 4 a.m. last night because I really couldn’t sleep. Then I woke up for sahoor, went back to sleep, and woke up around 7 to pray. At 8:38 a.m., my mom barged into my room, screaming, “Haven’t you had enough sleep already?”  She started nagging that I was following Satan’s behavior because I was always sleeping. Mind you, my sister hadn’t woken up yet. She kept complaining that I was useless and had been sleeping for three months since I came back from the hostel. I agreed with her.  She really wanted me to get out of my room because, in her mind, I was sleeping all the time. She asked me to hang the clothes, so I did. Then she went out and started nagging again, “Why didn’t you use the hangers I already put there? Don’t you know about it? I don’t know how to teach you.”  So I went out and hung the clothes again. Meanwhile, the favored child was still sleeping and didn’t get scolded. Lucky me—I’m always the one who gets scolded.  It’s the same ...

Hi, I grew up in an unfair life. I don’t know if it’s just me who feels the unfairness or if I’m just too sensitive. When I was a child, I didn’t understand why my father brought my sister to buy something for me when I was the one who asked for it. If I wanted it, shouldn’t I be the one to go and buy it myself? I didn’t understand why my sister didn’t get scolded by my mother, but I did. I didn’t understand why my little brother got praised for getting a minimum result, but I got nothing even though I was an academic achiever. I didn’t understand why my teacher always sent the same student to competitions. I didn’t understand why that student got to participate in a storytelling competition when I had a better voice. I didn’t understand why my teacher didn’t acknowledge my achievement when I participated at an international level camping event in my PAJSK. Why did I get scolded for not coming out of my room when my sister did the same? The only difference between us was that she did t...

 Hi Wau this is my first time writing things online hehhee I just want to write about my feelings. Hehe I don’t know how to have a normal relationship with my mom. I never hold a grudge against her, but I just can’t stand the feeling when I have to sit beside her or eat at the same table with her. I feel like she is judging me. No matter what I do—whether it’s right or wrong—she will scold me. Based on my life experience, I can conclude that I am the one my mom really hates. I get good results, I’m good in academics, but sometimes my behavior isn’t the best. Like other kids, I get upset when I don’t get what I want. But still, I help her clean the kitchen before bed. I pray to Allah that everyone will treat her well and that those who burden her will disappear. Maybe that person is me. Since I stay in a hostel, I rarely go home. I see my friends talk to their moms every day, but mine only calls me when I have an exam. I don’t want to call her, and she doesn’t want to call me either...