Mum, I beg to differ.

Every morning at 6am, Mum would come into Hann's room and then mine to wake us up for prayer. It's been like this since Ramadhan started, like I so know what's gonna happen next. Admit it, when it comes to this, you'd just be saying, "I don't care. I wanna sleep."

I'd sigh when I hear the creaking of Hann's bedroom door. And Mum would ask that 11 year old brat, "You wanna wake up for prayer?" What a question. Then I'll hear footsteps towards my door. I'd just wish those footsteps take forever so I can have my sleep.

Mum, ask me the same thing you asked Hann. I would very much say no. Tsk.
I'm ashamed of myself. Call me a Muslim.