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I don’t think I will post much about the devastating bush fires in country Victoria. Tragedies like this and others of wars upset me very much. I dwell on the horror of it all. I wonder of people’s last minutes. Did they suffer? Was there pain? Did the endorphins kick in so they didn’t feel a thing? What about the children? Did people have a chance to say goodbye to their loved ones?

I did find this feel good story in the news online -

Mother saved by climbing under floorboards

and this story – I couldn’t bring myself to finish it. Moron.

Dawdling

It’s quite ok to dawdle if you have all the time in the world – if your mother is not at you every minute telling you what to do, if your school starts whenever you pitch up, if there were no cars on the road, if the creche at mum’s gym didn’t really care that you booked your child in at a certain time, if you woke up early enough, if you packed your bag and lunch the night before.

BUT

You DO have to pray Qur’an before you leave for school. Your school starts at 8:45 am and there is always traffic to contend with. The creche asks mum to set a time for booking the children in so that they have adequate staff to take care of the the children. You always wake up late no matter what time mum tries to wake you up or what time you go to bed. You used to be such an early bird when you were younger. Your lunch is done, it’s just in the fridge and your books are strewn all over your desk and the teacher expects you to bring them to school everyday.

This is why I am always yelling at you to

HURRY UP!

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