Tipsy thoughts

I’ve lived in Canada long enough to forget my previous life. Freedom became my norm. I know oppression is living at the back of my mind, for sure. You can’t just erase that. But in my day to day life, I hardly if ever remember those stupid struggles.

But now, I am ironing my suit as I want to go to the office tomorrow (reminded me of the weekends at lu family’s house when I would iron my clothes every weekend). Except, I am drinking coco rum while I am doing it, dinner is cooking meanwhile (Egyptian spinach stew), and I have chet baker playing loudly as opposed to headphones. It is also raining outside, which is just the most amazing weather for me.

Idk, it hit me, i am really free. I am not sure what prompted this other than alcohol. But this very ordinary day seems like a day that I would only dream of, while i am ironing my clothes in my family’s house.

My life has changed so drastically!! It is crazy when I think about it. Just absolutely crazy.

Next year it will be 3 years here. This is absolutely crazy, where did time fly? Next year I will get my citizenship too having spent 3 years in Canada, fully employed from day 1 and paying a lot of taxes throughout these years… but also having so many “forbidden experiences “ while doing it all. It is all haram, why am I even writing about it? *sips more coco rum*