Dude.. the past 2 weeks all we have been getting is food entrees from my mom’s friends. It’s not like we don’t cook at all in our house. We cook daily, and we cook well! It’s like a competition those women are doing to see who feeds us better. They think we can’t cook or we are bringing take out food every day. I just find it hilarious. One of my mom’s Syrian friends sends us an entire meal. Salad, entree, dessert. My dad keeps saying, what are we going to give back this time? Last time he filled the plates with fruits. LOTS of fruits and desserts.

We just have too much food, and I am obligated to eat it. So far I am categorizing the food from yummy to non-edible.

The ladies bring the food, and say, “this is for Mona!” Not everyone in the house, BUT MONA!

Why can’t it be for dad, or my brother. Why me?

I thank them with all my heart, but seriously MISH MA2TO3EEN! (I don’t know how to translate it from Arabic, but Arabs know what I mean.)

Not only that, they call the house and specifically ask for me. When Arabic ladies talk to me on the phone I hesitate and I forget how to speak Arabic. All I end up saying, Inshallah (In God’s Will). El-7amdulla (Thank God). Shokran (Thank you). They ask me numerous questions such as: are you ok? Do you need anything? Is the food we are sending good? Are you guys eating it all?

And I say repeatedly, na3am na3am na3am (yes). Shokran. El-7amdulla.

In conclusion. I can’t speak Arabic well and I want my mother back. No one beats mom’s Falafel and Grape Leaves!

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