3id?

The clock passed 12 o'clock and my friends started texting me "3id mubarak"... For me it wasn't 3id, it certainly didn't feel like it but still I told the people I loved "kell 3am w ento b5er". Next day (today) I woke up by namoose calling me and I had 15 minutes left for the bus that goes to my college. I don't know how I put my clothes on, how I took the jacket and how I ran to the bus. I go their, I put on the show and I pass. Next we had the seminar (nshallah naja7et ya rabbb) and henna wasn't there but those three hours withmy group made me laugh more than I had laughed in a year. It was real laughter that made my stomach hurt. They were talking about crazy things that you're better off not hearing and people passing us were shocked but I didn't care... Because I was LAUGHING... Even though this doesn't feel like 3id because of several things I was still happy today thanks to my group. XoXo