Nafiso Qalanjo
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Setting: Egypt
Year: 2012
At this point in my life, I was living in Egypt in a City called Shiekh Zayid for 2 years. I was 9 at the time. I had this nasty Arab Quran teacher named ibtisaam, but we called her Pigtisam. She was racist as hell. When I did mistakes she hit me with a wood stick. All of the other kids never got hit except the other Somalis who attended the dugsi with me. This one time She even threatened to beat me with a stick that had nails in it. I got fed up with her bullshit so, after school I suggested to zuumelian friends that we climb into her dugsi since no one will be there and act like a robbery happened by trashing the place. They surprisingly agreed. So we climbed into the balcony to let ourselves into the dugsi. We thought no one saw us at the time but two big-nosed Arab kids who attended the dugsi saw us climbing through the balcony.
When we got in we celebrated and started messing up the whole place. We threw papers off tables, we threw chairs, and I took it an extra step to throw a whole computer. When we were satisfied with what we've done we walked home feeling victorious. But our happy ending was short-lived. I was woken up at 3 a.m in the morning and was sat down with the other kids involved to talk with the macaalin and our parents about the damage we caused. I got my ass beat by my mom, and I got my friends into huge trouble.
Year: 2012
At this point in my life, I was living in Egypt in a City called Shiekh Zayid for 2 years. I was 9 at the time. I had this nasty Arab Quran teacher named ibtisaam, but we called her Pigtisam. She was racist as hell. When I did mistakes she hit me with a wood stick. All of the other kids never got hit except the other Somalis who attended the dugsi with me. This one time She even threatened to beat me with a stick that had nails in it. I got fed up with her bullshit so, after school I suggested to zuumelian friends that we climb into her dugsi since no one will be there and act like a robbery happened by trashing the place. They surprisingly agreed. So we climbed into the balcony to let ourselves into the dugsi. We thought no one saw us at the time but two big-nosed Arab kids who attended the dugsi saw us climbing through the balcony.
When we got in we celebrated and started messing up the whole place. We threw papers off tables, we threw chairs, and I took it an extra step to throw a whole computer. When we were satisfied with what we've done we walked home feeling victorious. But our happy ending was short-lived. I was woken up at 3 a.m in the morning and was sat down with the other kids involved to talk with the macaalin and our parents about the damage we caused. I got my ass beat by my mom, and I got my friends into huge trouble.
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