My day upstairs
We had painters coming to our house for a few days now. One would paint the walls and the other would apply wallpaper on some walls. They hadn't even started my room yet. So one day, when I woke up, my mother suddenly tells me I have to go upstairs.
"You have to go upstairs today," she said. "How come?" I protested.
"The painter has to do your room"
"That's OK. I'll just go to the bathroom and then sit in the living room"
"The other painter is applying wallpaper in the bathroom. If you want to use the bathroom you'll have to go upstairs."
"No that's okay. I'll just wait until she's done, then I'll go."
"You can't wait that long; It will take a few hours"
Checkmate. I had to accept defeat with a sigh.

We had bought this new house in September of last year, and although it has been at least five months I still had never seen the upstairs for two basic reasons. (1) I never had a need to go upstairs, and (2) I never really had an interest in it either. My mom was always enthusiastic about getting me upstairs at least once so that I could have seen it but she was never able to convince me. So you could imagine how excited she was at the opportunity to force me upstairs.

My mother half carried me upstairs, and I half walked, which is the usual she transports me from place to place. When I got upstairs, my two brothers were still half sleeping at eleven o' clock on a weekend as usual! My mom tried getting them out of bed but to no avail. We all joked and laughed, too. My mom playfully snatched one of my brother's pillows and gave it to me purposely trying to make him jealous. We all had a good laugh. In the meantime, I hooked myself up to my tube-feed for breakfast (if that's what you wanna call it).

Finally, after my brothers got out of bed and we were done joking and playing around, they were downstairs for breakfast. While they were down, I entertained myself by reading a book I have to finish for school, "Dave Barry's only travel guide you'll ever need."

When my brother, Shazain, came back upstairs, I challenged him to a game of Madden 2002 on our PS2. Declining my challenge would be a mark on his honor so he couldn't refuse. He brought the 13-inch T.V. down to ground level where I could see it properly, and we started the game. I was the Broncos and he was the Rams. He beat me in the first game by at least a touchdown, but the game was rigged, I tell ya! My controller stopped working all of a sudden in the middle of my third play, so he recovered a fumble for a touchdown. He got lucky! Anyways, I beat him in our next game by three points. So for now, I'm the ruling champion and I have bragging rights.

By now, I had to go to the bathroom. My tube-feed was done feeding me, too. My mom took me to the bathroom in the usual kind of way; she half-carries me and I half-walk. Half an hour later, she took me out and I layed down for a while. Then, me and my brothers offered the noon prayer.

I told my other brother, Uzair, to pop in another game for me, "Twisted Metal: Black". Then I played. That game is so beautiful and awesome! The gameplay is sweet! You have to drive around shooting and destroying other vehicles all the while collecting weapons to shoot them with. A very fast-paced game indeed. I played for a few hours, I think. Uzair, in the meantime, was composing a new rap song on the computer about Islam. He then recorded it.

My family left for Wal-Mart to buy clothes and stuff. After they left, I offered the afternoon prayer. Then I started watching a basketball game. It was the Dallas Mavericks at the Sacramento Kings; two of the top teams goin' at it. At half-time, Dallas was leading Sacramento like it had been most of the game. I took a few minutes to offer the dawn prayer and I layed down for a while. I joined the game again with three minutes left in the fourth quarter. Now, Sacramento was leading by a few. The clock wound down and the Kings led by three. Steve Nash (Dallas) made a three-pointer to take it into over time. The Mavericks won it then. I watched a little bit of news then.

When my family got home, I played another game with my brother. This time: "NBA Live 2003". After that, it was about time to make my journey downstairs. My father toured me around the rest of the rooms upstairs first. I felt a little bit tired so he sat me down on the stairs trusting I'd make my way down slowly as I used to in our old house. I said OK and he went down for dinner. After a little rest though, I started to feel unconfident realizing I haven't traveled downstairs on my own in a long time. I waited for my dad and he helped me down. Then from the stairs to my room, I crawled the distance on my own to give my self some exercise. By the time I finally reached my room, I was exhausted. Therefore, I took a short nap at the entrance of my room on the floor before waking up to offer the night prayer; then I went to sleep.

You're probably wondering who I am. I am a Muslim and proud to be one. My name is Zuhair Munshey and I have a disease called muscular dystrophy. Therefore, I have very weak muscles so I can't walk on my own. I can crawl, but slowly. The disease also keeps making me weaker, too. I can't take food from my mouth because the muscles in my throat are too weak to swallow properly. Therefore, I have to take all my nutrition through tube-feed. I enjoy video games and computers just like the rest of you. I could probably beat any of you in video games like Street Fighter. A challenge. Bring it on. I hope that solves the mystery and takes care of your curiosity and confusion. This is My World.