It tastes gross, too sweet, and has a hint of barf for some reason. I could never stomach this when I was a kid, and since then, I've avoided it. Also, side note, but this particular bar of white chocolate sucks even more because of the stupid mascot. I won't elaborate any further. Ew.
I'm about the people who, despite practising Islam, are still great people.
Last year in August, my parents let me adopt an 8 week old kitten. This was after more than a decade of begging, so I was over the moon.
I had most things prepared, like litter, food, toys, a carrier, etc. I don't remember how I picked my kitten out of the rest of the litter, but I just felt drawn to her.
Me and my sister named her Tuna. The first few nights we had her, my parents wanted to keep her downstairs. I didn't want her sleeping alone, so I went to bed in the living room with her.
After a few weeks, Tuna was sleeping beside either me, my sister, or my parents. She wasn't overly cuddly, but she loved laying beside our heads.
My mams a housewife, Tuna used to follow her around and watch her do work. Every time my dad came back home, Tuna ran to the top of the stairs to stare him down.
When my sister and I came back from school, Tuna would roll on her back and wait for tummy rubs.
When we went on holiday for a week, we had to put her in a boarding house for cats. She was so excited and loud when we came back for her.
Tuna really likrd to drink from the same cups we had. She preferred chicken flavour over beef flavour. She liked taking showers as well, surprisingly(kept jumping in when my mam was in the bathtub).
I don't know why I didn't take the dangers of an outside cat more seriously. Maybe because she really didn't go outside unless my parents were in the garden with her.
Maybe because the farthest she went was the house next to ours.
Maybe because there were so many cats roaming already, I didn't think anything bad would happen to her.
But she just ran out one night. Ok, no big deal, I have her treats, and she'll come running soon, right? But she didn't. I went out calling for her at 2 in the morning. No sign. Parents went out waiting for her for an hour or two.
The next morning, I was getting ready for the day, still anxious. I hadn't seen her yet. I made a joke to my sister that maybe she got run over.
I looked out the window on the pavement beside the road. She was laying there.
I was hoping so much that maybe she was just sleeping, but then I saw her face.
My parents wanted to throw her away. My dad yelled at me for crying so much, just before going into the living room to cry himself. I was just in so much pain I was yelling at my mam to go get her, and I regret being like that because she's the one that loved Tuna the most, and I made her carry her bloody body back to the house.
I called a pet cremation company, and the owner came to collect Tuna in a basket and, within a day, returned her ashes.
Week 1 was just tears every few hours. Now, just every once in a while. I feel so ashamed. I could've prevented this. She wasn't even a year old yet. Sometimes I wish I never got a cat, maybe she would've still been alive with another family if it wasn't for me. Im so angry with myself. Tuna was just a baby.
This happened in May. Sometimes, I imagine her around the house. I miss her.
I'm only 19, obviously not planning to have kids anytime soon. I was just wondering how love for one's child feels. The only people I love are my parents and my sister, and I can't comprehend caring for anyone more than them.
Edit : Thank you all for giving more insight into this. What a scary and beautiful experience parenthood is.
My mam used to scold me if I ever ate fruit first thing coming out of the shower. She said it causes infertility??
Another one my dad tells me is that every time I crack my knuckles, we lose a bit of money. I can understand people making this up, because its an annoying habit and its a good way to scare kids into stopping. But I'm so confused about the fruit thing.
You got reincarnated into Muhammad, what are you doing that will change the course of Islam? Are you never going to 'revelation' and let the religion cease to exist? Or are you going to improve it somehow?.
I grew up in Europe, but me and my family are from South Asia.
I never believed in Islam, like even as a child it never made sense to me. I just grew bitter about the faith because every time my parents didn't allow me to do things, I would blame Islam.
I was chubby and developed a bit earlier, but I didn't notice until my parents pointed it out. I was always told to wear a jacket or dress to cover the shape of my bum. My mam used to point out how big my thighs were, how I can't go out without a bra and scarf or else my shape would show.
I felt really disgusting. One time in primary school, I was walking back home with those long puffer jackets. It was summertime, and I was melting, still didn't take it off because I didn't want the outline of my body showing.
Things changed as I grew up. I have a little sister, parents are always a bit more forgiving with the younger ones. She got away with a lot more. I was jealous, because why didn't I get to wear jeans, or go out without a hijab?
But I advocated for her, and my parents just have to accept it now.
I have a lot more freedom now (other than having to wear a hijab still). The way I still see my body is negative though. Sometimes I feel like it isn't my own body, my mam still always has to say something about how I dress, and I'm really sensitive about it. I feel like my body can only be seen as a sexual.
When we're visiting the homeland, I cover up out of my own free will, because sunscreen is expensive, a burka is cheaper and keeps me cool. But knowing that people see me as cheap or will look at me in another way if I dont wear it, makes me feel sick.
I don't like the Qurans reason for why women must be modest in attire and appearance. It makes me angry. Millions of people accept it though, and its sad in my opinion.
I dont think there's anything wrong with covering up. I think a lot of the niqabs, hijabs, etc look cute and stylish. I would have no problem wearing them, if I had a choice to wear a crop top and leggings the next day. My body shouldn't be inherently sexual no matter what I wear.
I'm so embarrassed. First test was September of last year, then the second time was in February. I took extra lessons before each test, except for the one today because I was confident I would nail it. I'm so horrendous at driving.