>> Thursday, July 1, 2010
October 7, 2007.
My little niece was born.
And suddenly I had become someone else.
I had transformed into an.....
Yes, I had become one of the ‘grown-ups’. It happened to be the very same year I said good bye to my teenage years and became a (horror, oh, horror) ’20 year-old’.
A little later (alright when I turned 21), and much to my horror (this is starting to sound like a really bad ‘horror movie’ with really bad ‘horror music’…Okay, I promise not to use that word one more time, :P), my 13 year old cousin called me auntie.
Yeah, like I let her call me that again.
But the truth is, I realized something. I was ‘an auntie’.
I could help someone out.
I still remember how I felt as a teenager. I know how sometimes it feels like there’s no one to talk to, no one who understands…
Being a teen isn’t easy…let, alone being a Muslim teen!
It can be really hard,
Especially when you’re all alone.
That’s why I am here. I’m your almost 23 year old auntie. I’m here to offer a bit of advice and maybe crack a few jokes (to be honest, they make my sides split but no one else seems to ever find me that funny--- I think most people would actually describe them as ‘lame’). But most of all, I am here to let you know that someone out there, cares about YOU.
You are the F.U.T.U.R.E,
And I believe