Guantanamo

To write this post, i had to fight two things. Firstly, my procrastinatic nature and secondly the fear that my battery will run out! But i have to do this, i really do. I wanna tell anyone who reads this (i doubt many people will), that i really am living in a Guantanamo Bay of sorts. I realised this first when after dinner imran said lets go back to the resthouse. Damn. This resthouse really is a prison. The realisation was strengthened just minutes ago. I went to the washroom for wuzu and "tip tip tip" the water in the tap ran out. I went to the next washroom and "tip tip tip". Another one and "tip tip tip" until there was nothing left anywhere in any tap. I thanked God that i was not in a compromising position like any of the other people who came out of toilets abashed. But i was so pissed off that i went upstairs, did tayammum and offered isha.
But this is not it. There is no freakin water to drink here! No water at all! Not now not never i think. We're here for a week, but even during a week, you need freakin water to drink na? And its called a rest house? Just mattresses thats freakin it! No food no water, buy everything from the market,. Even mospel! There are so many stupid mosquitoes that its almost like you're invading their residence and not the other way round. The fan doesn't work, 30 people in a hall! Stupid industrial trips! You cant even run away! And wats the worst, there're just five sockets in every hall! You cant even leave your cell there, coz the only people you can trust are out with you all the time! My cell is powered off most of the time! Wat the hell! And the stupid teacher is so stupid i hate him like anything. He's genuinely freakin stupid. Rude rude rude. Freakin rude. And is genuinely cheap and tharki. Its a freakin jail.