Dear Readers,

This week we've been recognizing Muharram. Or, more so, Mourning Muharram. This is one of the 4 sacred months in the Islamic year, which is majorly a part of the Shia Muslims' traditions. It is well-know because of historical significance and mourning of the martyrdom of Jussein ibn Alu, the grandson of the prophet Muhammed, who sacrificed himself, along with all his family for the sake of his people.

 Mourners, both male and female, congregate together (in separate sections) for sorrowful, poetic recitations performed in memory of the death of Husayn, lamenting and grieving to the tune of beating drums and chants

Because my family is taking the day off of school, and because most of the class is Shia as well, the school is bereft of most of its students. This called for a fun day of catching up on work, or, being unfathomably lazy.

Lazy? Oh yes. In Physics class today, our hardworking teacher was adamant on teaching us. We however, were trying our very best to evade any work.
Teacher: "cough"
"You're too sick to teach, Sir! Go home and take a nap!"
"Yea, yea! Go home, Sir, you need rest!"

At a later point, we went so far as to try to tick him into thinking we left the classroom.

"I'll be right back." He told us.
"Quick, everyone! Get under the tables!"
We all plummeted to the ground, giggling.
"Shhhhhh!!"

To our dismay, another class had tried this on him earlier, and we were caught.

Nonetheless, it was a pretty good day. We're on our way to Arabic class now, so wish us luck. We need the focus fairy to sprinkle some concentration into our craniums.

BTW: I haven't forgotten I need to finish my story on the SAT adventure! Keep checking for the rest of it!