*Over the phone*
Friend: MY GOD what happened to your voice?????
Mariam: Umm, dunno. Allergy. Or the kids. Or both.
This conversation has occured repeatedly in the last few weeks. I must kindly ask you folks to stop that. Having to explain the reason behind my scratchy, squeaky toad-like voice over and over is physically painful, and gets boring after a while.
So until further notice this is my normal voice. This is as normal as it gets when you have an almost blocked windpipe, have difficulty breathing, and yet still manage to holler at Mobarak to get back in line instead of jumping over 1st graders in the corridor.
Oh and I'm gonna have to cancel my speech for tonight. Kindly inform the nation. Thank you.
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I'm sorry to bother you, but in the absence of your much aniticipated speech, I thought I'd ask you to at least to provide us with a headline for tomorrow's newspaper. You know, the usual... the one that reads:"Mariam" and then nu2titain fo2 ba3d ;)
You can take your time to think of one. We're counting on you, you know :)
Why else would people want to buy our newspaper?
Naturally naturally. I am committed to bestowing my wisdom on the nation. And what better way than over their morning coffee?:P
Regretfully, I can't divulge tomorrow's headline, you'll have to check the daily papers for that:P
But it is such an enlightening statement, if I may say so myself.
*humble expression*
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