It's Wednesday night.

And I don't know what to do.

I am actually pretty jobless, and I CAN'T do my homework cuz my idiotic computer is beng idiotic.

But I did find some blogs written by my friends. So, yup. That's a day well spent.

In this time, I will tell you what I did when I stopped updated. That would be from April 13 onwards. (What's with all the I's? I am getting more shallow by the minute.)

Moving on, on April 13, I left Dubai to go to Saudi Arabia for a week. It was a pretty meh day overall, cuz I don't like planes. We reached Madinah that evening, and we got off at a hotel. Which I personally didn't like. It was NOT homely, and it just looked like a wide passage with four single beds squashed in it. And obviously a TV for class. 

It depressed me. But I was reminded that we came to Madinah to pray, not for comfort and accessibility of luxury or whatever.

Thankfully, our hotel was quite close to the Masjid-un-Nabawi, (it's a mosque.) and we didn't have to walk miles in the sun to get there.

We also had another family with us, and they were pretty nice and jolly. But they spoke another Indian language which only my parents knew, so I wasn't as jolly with them.

We had plans to stay in Madinah for 3 days. We were leaving for Makkah on the 16th. So on our second day in Makkah, (That is the 14th of April.) my parents went out early in the morning to the mosque for the morning prayer. They said they'd be back by 6:30 AM. 

I slept. When I woke up, it was 7 AM. I was scared out of my wits. A half hour passed. They still weren't back. My mom had left her phone, but when I called my dad, some other man picked up. MILLIONS of possibilities went through my head. I kinda broke down. Thankfully, five minutes later, my parents arrived. I was so angry and them for being so late. And I cried a lot. 
The day went by with us praying and doing pilgrimage stuff, but the WORST happened on the 15th of April. I got my period. Well, not my first period, but just my period. And I got it early. Like a day early. And I NEVER get it early. NEVER. Anyway, the point is, you can't go to a mosque or pray or touch the Quran when you have your period. We hadn't even gone to Makkah and done the main part of the pilgrimage, and I already got my period. I was crying so bad that day. I was devastated. 
After a day of sadness, It was the 16th of April, (also my mom's birthday.) and we had to leave for Makkah. By van. I dislike road travel. Not that we had any other choice anyway. Even though I was pretty sad that I couldn't do my pilgrimage, our hotel in Makkah was beautiful. It was Rotana, and it was awesome. Though I had to stay alone in the room that day. I was okay though. If anything, this trip to Saudi Arabia had made me KINDA independent. The days passed. (So very slowly. Seriously. I felt like I'd stayed there for a month.) And we finally were back in Dubai. I was so happy to meet my friends. I was also not-so-happy to get back to catching up with shit school work. I was also not-so-happy wi the crappy April weather we were having. But I was happy to be back.

There were also a lot of stuff in between, but I'm too lazy to type and express my words. 

Well, tomorrow is another day, and my iPad is outta charge. I'll complain more tomorrow. 

See ya.

Whatever.

-Sam Frank.