What's the most embarrassing memory from your childhood?
Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:12 pm
Mine is a fight I had a few years back in Malcaamad.
I was still quite new to the country and really socially awkard. There was a girl called Deeqo who everbody, even the boys were scared of. Apparently her dad was a USC commander or some shit. She looked exactly like a mixture between balckvelvet and Mark Henry the wrestler.
Anyway, we used to hate each other (I always corrected her when we read Quran out loud) and she claimed she heard rumours I was talking behind her back and wanted to fight. This black Koonfurian animal waited behind the entrance for me one day and attacked me.
Walahi am not going to lie am a lover not a fighter and she caught me by surprise. She had maybe 30lbs on me and was just savaging me at first. Punching me everywhere, pulling my hair, etc. We went at it for like 45 minutes straight.
After what seemed like forever I pulled her jilbab over her eyes and managed to drag her to the floor. This bit was really humiliating. There were dozens of bystanders and while we were rolling around grappling everybody just started spitting on us.
I got tired and couldn't get up and this bahal was about to start kicking me but I mustered up the last of my energy, got to my knees and bit her really hard in the calf. She screamed and I ran home, broken and battered, the victor in only my own mind, scorn and mocking laughter ringing in my ears.
Long story short she told her brother and he came to my secondary school the next day and knocked me out. Like literally knocked me out. One punch. I was asleep outside the front gates for a 6 minutes. Nobody helped me or even checked if I was OK. He was like 30 walahi I should have phoned the police.
Alxamdulilah soon after these events my family got permanent council housing and moved to another borough in London so at least there's a happy ending.
I was still quite new to the country and really socially awkard. There was a girl called Deeqo who everbody, even the boys were scared of. Apparently her dad was a USC commander or some shit. She looked exactly like a mixture between balckvelvet and Mark Henry the wrestler.
Anyway, we used to hate each other (I always corrected her when we read Quran out loud) and she claimed she heard rumours I was talking behind her back and wanted to fight. This black Koonfurian animal waited behind the entrance for me one day and attacked me.
Walahi am not going to lie am a lover not a fighter and she caught me by surprise. She had maybe 30lbs on me and was just savaging me at first. Punching me everywhere, pulling my hair, etc. We went at it for like 45 minutes straight.
After what seemed like forever I pulled her jilbab over her eyes and managed to drag her to the floor. This bit was really humiliating. There were dozens of bystanders and while we were rolling around grappling everybody just started spitting on us.
I got tired and couldn't get up and this bahal was about to start kicking me but I mustered up the last of my energy, got to my knees and bit her really hard in the calf. She screamed and I ran home, broken and battered, the victor in only my own mind, scorn and mocking laughter ringing in my ears.
Long story short she told her brother and he came to my secondary school the next day and knocked me out. Like literally knocked me out. One punch. I was asleep outside the front gates for a 6 minutes. Nobody helped me or even checked if I was OK. He was like 30 walahi I should have phoned the police.
Alxamdulilah soon after these events my family got permanent council housing and moved to another borough in London so at least there's a happy ending.
and were sent to the Dean's office, and had to have our parents sign a notice form. How embarrassing.
she don't want the qarxis