Days go on, and I was tired of my life—searching for the reason. Then my friend called to say she was coming to Kabul to visit me for three days. Wow, I felt great at that moment. I became very happy.

My friend and I stayed up late for three nights straight, talking about all our memories, and still we hadn’t finished talking yet. On the third night, we were up until 12:45 a.m. because my friend was sewing and teaching me to be a tailor. I also was kept awake by my neighbor who kept calling to tease me, but I didn’t mind because I love her and don’t mind teasing her back.

The next morning I had to wake up at 5 a.m. because my brother goes to school at 5:30 and I have to prepare his breakfast. When I woke, I felt very lazy. So I prayed to God: Please make this morning a weekend! But it was a funny prayer because I knew it would never be answered.

After my brother left for school, I returned to bed and told my friend, “Please, you keep sleeping because I can’t wake up this early.”

She just laughed and said, “No, I have to go to my uncle’s house to change my dress and go to a training session.”

“When you leave, wake me up to lock the door,” I said. I don’t know what happened but suddenly it was twenty minutes later and she woke me and told me to lock the door. I did and returned to bed and prayed to God: Please don’t bring 6:30 a.m.! That’s when I have to get up to prepare for the office shuttle to pick me up twenty minutes later.

I slept soundly and woke up to my alarm ringing and not enough time to prepare for the office. I was just getting ready when the shuttle came. I sat in the car as it picked up all my colleagues, and I thought: How will I be able to work this day?

Then I got to my office and read my assignment from AWWP to write about my day, and with reading that, I became fresh and felt super and gave thanks to Allah that I had come to the office and read the email which ended all my tiredness.

So I decided to write my homework first and do other things after. Now I am feeling very fresh. It is 10:46 a.m. and that is the story of my morning.

By Maryam A.