My articles for Reef

As of May this year, I started to write for Reef Magazine which I am/was very excited about, who wouldn't be? And during the last 3 months I have written quite a few articles. Normally, I would make a post every time I posted for Reef but, as I have written lots and lots and it has been forever since I have blogged, I decided the best thing to do was to make a 'appreciation for Hannah's work at Reef magazine' - a master post and collection of everything I have done so far!

Reef magazine isn't a published magazine, it's an online one, but that doesn't make it any less kick-arse. Its bloody fantastic to say the least. I've come to think of the other writers as my nice writing family! They are all so lovely and talented, of course everyone at Reef is marvy (if I may say so myself ;).

Some of the articles I have posted are very personal, some not so much but I am a proud writer and am (freaking) loving the writing fab lane right now especially at Reef.

Fun fact: To put my Arabic knowledge to some good use, Reef means countryside in Arabic - wow look at me aren't I the smart one eh

**********Article queueing *********** (to find the full articles click here!) These are literally just print screen shots of the articles, ha and so all of them are cut off.

Crossing off another week

It is officially 3 weeks into summer tomorrow. Most of summer has passed me in a hospital bed or recovering from not one surgery....but two. TWO BLOODY SURGERIES. Good lord. Rather chuffed though, I was however, called a ''brave girl'' for choosing an epidural rather than a full body anaesthesia, was awfully terrifying though. ''If you move Hannah, you will literally be paralysed forever (and ever) '', a thought repeatedly floating in my mind whilst a massive needle jabbed me in the spine. Lovely. 

I've been on full body anaesthesia before when I had my tonsils and adenoids removed two years ago, when I was at my prime (14!!), and I have noticed since, I have a very weird reflex to the anaesthesia...Yes it is true - I tend to cry. The thought of the fact I had been crying in front of the whole medical team after both surgeries is enough to make me want to hide in a cupboard for the rest of my life. Despite my outburst of tears, nobody was able to understand my tears which I found (really) odd and slightly lame. I am rather surprised that they had never seen anyone cry after surgery? Apparently, the most common reflex is to bite really hard and to end up damaging your teeth. Ah let me cry I was very confused and I wanted my mummy and I couldn't eat for another 5 hours, let alone be able to TASTE my food, is that not enough to make anyone want to cry, is it not?

In exactly one weeks time, I will be heading off to England....and not returning to Dubai which is making me very very nervous and very frightened. To be honest, I absolutely am in love with Dubai - everything about it is perfect (almost perfect) to me, the people, oh the people, yes I must admit do need a bit of a reality check but no one cares here, we can unite in our little snobby bubble of cheese bread and money (£££££) and still be very content with our lives.

Also if you don't believe me about the snobbishness...once my mum was chatting to this lady about the usual - school, lazy husbands and what not - and the lady then asked her, quite suddenly and randomly, what car she had and how many bedrooms there are in her home.

Top tip: when approached by a Jumeirah Jane Mummy: Always say you have a small silver Peugeot and a two bedroom flat, there is a 79% chance they will never talk to you again but it's ok...ain't no time for gold diggers!

Tomorrow, I get my stitches out of my nose, hurrah! Very much looking forward to that because I have had to resort to mouth breathing for the last week, you simply cannot imagine how much a struggle eating at a restaurant without the ability to breathe through your mouth is....it's really mank to say the least. Sucks like flat coke at room temperature, that's how much.

Not sure what I am supposed to be doing with this summer, I don't think watching back to back episodes of ''About a Boy'' (freaking hilarious to say the least though) and feeling sorry for myself about the pain my surgeries has caused me....is what I should be doing.

I am making it a personal goal to spend the last 6 days (today I shall not commit to this goal because I am in pain and STILL breathing from my mouth, Nay...I shall commence tomorrow), to be exceedingly productive.

1. To get off my bum and exercise in the evenings, its Ramadan so I can't work out in the mornings or afternoons but I must try to pump some lifts or whatever ha

2. Make myself a facial everyday consisting of lemon, rosewater and almond oil

3. Write lots of articles and save them and post them through out the year for various magazines

4. Achieve the ultimate goal: To be a permanent writing staff at Rookie magazine (my fav mag in the whole entire world) 

5. Be kind + generous + patient

6. Do some MOOC courses for extra credit love

7. Keep on track of my praying and religious stuff (ramadan after all)

8. To keep diary writing 

9. To meet friends 3 times before I leave D:

10. To not go on the computer as much on social media, random Google searches, watching TV/films

11. Tidy room, de clutter and organise everything like a mega boss.

And with that I shall leave you to get on with the summer goals.

Cheers
Hannah
ps: I do hope you are having a marvy summer, if not make some goals and turn it around!

xoxo