straycat blog

     My miseries started when Mom married Dad! I was destined to fall into the social relations hell! Me and every Saudi girl! Here’s one story that happened about a week ago.

     My cousin, who’s the same age as I am, got engaged last year. It was pretty obvious she’s getting married this summer. Unfortunately, we didn’t know the exact time, because of the I-will-tell-everyone-the-date-of-my-marriage-a-week-before-so-no-one-get-the-time-to-prepare-a-dress-prettier-than-mine phobia! This phobia is very common in Saudi Arabia. In my opinion it’s just a way of reducing the number of people attending the wedding! Anyways, this time it was exactly a week before the wedding. I was in Riyadh having my finals, minding my own business, when my sister gave me the call. I said “No way I’m going to this wedding! I have nothing to wear!” Of course, there’s no “No” when it comes to family weddings, specially family weddings where battles of invitation cards, dresses and old grudes are involved! My uncle’s wife never wanted us to attend her daughter’s wedding, despite the fact we’re close relatives and her daughter spent her childhood in our house. So, she called and asked if we want to go to the wedding. We said yes and that’s it! She didn’t sent us anything! Mom got angry –you couldn’t blame her; she’ll be having a hard time with her brother. She waited till the night before the wedding and the evil witch aka my uncle’s wife :p still hasn’t sent anything. So, Mom talked to her, gave her some words to think about and got her invitation card just like a stranger! What was my uncle’s wife excuse? “You’re part of the family. You don’t need cards!” Yeah, I bet our names are registered at the security as family members, right? THEY WEREN’T! Mom said I should definetly attend this wedding no matter what. All of us should be there to foil this evil witch’s plan! Bwhahahahaha! *horror music* =P