There is a writers’ saying, “Anything you say or do may be written in a story.” There are a few other sayings of similar nature.

Nothing could be more true, at least when it comes to me. My family has long accepted it as fact.

My family’s best moments—the funny ones, the dumb ones, and the clumsy ones—have been captured and fossilized on the writing platform of Wattpad. The time my sister smashed her face into a glass window while running through a mall will never be forgotten, nor the time my youngest brother thought Queen Elizabeth’s age was important enough to know in the middle of an Islâmic lecture. Everyone knows the hilariously opposing stories my parents fed us about how they married — “Her father held a gun to my head!”; “I didn’t know what I was saying! It was all in Arabic!”— and their crazy sense of humor.

I have recorded it all, the crazy, the clumsy, the unbelievable; and no one knows it better than my family.

It’s such common knowledge that Mom says, “That should go on Wattpad!”

My youngest brother’s reaction is not so enthusiastic. “You’d better not put that on Wattpad!”

Needless to say, I don’t listen very much.

My sister doesn’t mind.

In my defense, it isn’t only my family members’ ridiculous moments I post. I do have some of my own, too—like the time I wasn’t watching where I was going, tripped over my feet, and landed practically face-down in the grass in full ’abâyah and niqâb in front of a group of women having a picnic.

They ran to help. Mom stood by and laughed. That’s Mom for you. Always there to laugh at her children.

My friends get their moment to shine, too. They sometimes forget to be careful of what they say. I don’t remind them. I watch and wait. I don’t think they realize it.

It isn’t only in short snippets of crazy moments you’ll find my loved ones. If you follow my writing on Wattpad and have read A Readymade Family (formerly, His Child, Her Baby, Their Family) and you’re familiar with my family’s exploits and humor, you will find my mother, brothers, and sister in those beloved characters.

Mom decided to send my blog to Dad yesterday. He was afraid to read it. I think he thought it was about him.

I guess I can’t blame him. He knows as much as everyone else that he’s under my writer’s microscope.

If you have a writer friend or family member, you may want to beware. Her next book or post could have you in it.