Locked in my Room

I am going to tell you my story of how I got locked in my room. I was only 2 years old.
We had just moved to Sharjah at Al Khan. I have sisters called Khamael and Ghadeer.
Khamael was 9 and Ghadeer was 7. The three of us used to share a room.
We used to have a bunk bed and another small bed. Ghadeer used to sleep on top and Khamael on the bottom. I had my own small bed.

One day before lunch time when everyone was praying I saw a key on the table.
I glared at the key. Mama and baba had this key to lock their rooms so we wouldn't come into their room and disturb them. I took that key and went into our room. On the outside door of our room there was this yellow teweetea and there were coloured paintings beside my bed. I closed the door.
I don't really remember what I did with this key but I played tricks with it. I was only little so I didn't understand. I accidentally locked myself. I didn't believe it and I was worried I'd be in big trouble.
I tried opening the door it didn't work then I tried with the key it still didn't work.
I was agitated because I didn't know what to do. I cried and cried and tears streamed through my cheeks.
''I don't know what to do I can't stay like a prisoner in my own room!'' I wailed.
I was also afraid one of my sisters might open this door and find out it is locked then I'd be in really really really big trouble. I heard the door opening.
''Don't worry Huda,everything will be fine they'll come and fix it,'' I said to myself.
I heard mama cry,''Oh no,my idolized little girl is locked up in her room,what do we do now?''
They tried knocking on the door.
''Huda,open up please right now,'' Khamael said. I tried unlocking the door I failed.
''Maybe you should call the company they'll send some of the men to come and fix it,'' Baba said. They all agreed.

An hour later it was almost lunchtime. Nobody ate their lunch till I was out. The doorbell rang.
In came two workmen. I finally heard a slit. The door was beginning to get unlocked.
I was happy this solved the problem so I jumped in my bed in excitement. The problem was fixed finally and the door fell open. Mama,Baba,Khamael and Ghadeer were standing smiles on their faces. They were delighted to see me.
''Hadawi,I'm glad you're okay we were all worried,'' Mama said joyfully. Then she kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. We finally set off for lunch,we were all dying of hunger. I don't remember what we had for lunch but anyway we ate a yummy lunch.

Birth

                  

This is my story of how I was born. We used to live in London. Khamael was 7 years old and Ghadeer was 5. Mama was pregnant with me for her last month. 

One day Ama Nabeeha announced Khamael and Ghadeer, ''Your mum has gone to the hospital to have her baby,you're going to have a sister,'' she declared. 

Khamael and Ghadeer were thrilled so they jumped in their beds for excitement. I was born in the Royal hospital. Baba took my sisters to the flower shop first to buy some flowers for mama. 

The owner of the shop was a young lady who had long red hair and long pointed nails. 

''Take these flowers please,'' she said. They paid and went. 

They finally went to the Royal hospital. I don't remember what room number I was born in. 

There was me,I looked fleecy and I had this line whenever I smile. 

''Thanks for the flowers,'' mama said happily. Mama and baba were debatable on what to name me so they name me Fatima. We took the car and went. At home we had lunch. Khamael gave mama clothes while she changed me. 

One day at breakfast while mama was feeding me baba was thinking on what to name me so he named me Raai3a. But this name was difficult to spell. ''I was thinking we should name her Huda,'' baba said. 

Huh,come on,Huda,Nada,Zainab,Fatima and so on,'' mama said exasperated. 

''Huda,'' baba replied. They all liked this name. 

All our relatives were invited to our house to congragulate mama for having me.