Flip through the latest issue of Gulf Weekly.
I have an enemy. Ruthless and cruel. It mercilessly follows me, hinders my routines and blocks my way to most events. It’s well orchestrated web is all around me. Waiting to trap me at the right moment. No opportunity gets missed by it. I just cannot be careful enough.
My enemy keeps me busy. My days and nights are spent playing hide and seek with it. At night I struggle to sleep peacefully between the kicks, snores and repeated trips of kids to my bed.
While wrestling for the quilt to cover my frozen feet my focus is to catch at least six hours of sleep. Some days I succeed, mostly I don’t. On unsuccessful mornings, my enemy creeps on my shoulders and awaits for the right moment to sting.
The wretched neck-breaker knows my next stop. It lurks behind the couch, seeps in through my shoulders as I crawl onto the couch. It twists and aches my muscles, hooks its claws on my neck and tip toes up the ladder of my vertical. The throne has been conquered.
I clench my jaws and press my veins as I mourn defeat. With anguish I scream: “I hate you, headache.”
