So before you say.. ya333 at the sight of the word SARSOOR.. for those who dont know what sarsoor means in arabic it is a "cockroach". So let me tell you a story about a cockroach that may make you look at them all differently. The sarsoor that gave its life on my birthday. little brave heart.
So here is the story.. it was my bday 2 days ago and huzbandee treated me to a lovely molten chocolate cake. * dino drools. and as we were sitting in the restuarant in this very fancy hotel. i see a little cockroach crawling on the seat behind lulu. i freaked out and said "SARSOOOR"
Ahmed killed the Sarsoor. and whether or not you like saraseer you will like what happened next. we showed the dead sarsoor to the waitress & well we expected the dessert to be on the house.. only to find out that they didnt only take of the DESSERT from the BILL but also 2 main courses. let me remind you it was a fancy restaurant!
So i must thank the sarsoor for this unintentional 3azeeemeh & sacrifice. and let him know his death was not for nothing. it was for a good cause :P
so here is a poem of gratitude i dedicate to my new found friends
when i see you first thing i said was " eww "
i would freak out when i see you
But now i see you in a different light
i have decided to now treat you right
I will have a little box of saraseer
for restuarants il ghalyeh kteer
and now when i see you i will say " AWW" and grin
just please dont EVER crawl on my skin