Is it normal that i hate my mother/myself because of my mother?

I'm 18. I can't remember a single time where I slightly accepted my mother. I remember myself at 7 years being disgusted with the way she walked. She's arrogant as hell. She believes she's done everything and knows anything. She went to a crappy local saudi university with a shitty GPA, and she can't help but freaking brag about it. She complains about how all her social circles cut her off, yet says everyone always compliments her on how wonderful of a personality she has. The way she talks annoys me. She's so full of herself. She can never admit that she is wrong. She ruins my plans/breaks my heart every time she gets annoyed with something. She is always angry over nothing. She is a "housewive" even though we have three stay-home housemaides and a driver. She claims that my 4 year old brother gets her tired and is making ger sick, even though he spends most of his day at school, then with me or my dad. I like my dad. He's normal. I enjoy talking to him. I believe he sometimes overlooks major things, eg my mother's existence in his life. I believe he is tired of her without even realizing it. He comes back home from work, watches TV, goes out for soccer, has friends over, and almost spends no time with her. My father is understanding. My mother is not. She did not allow me to go to any of my friends' houses, or generally hang out, my entire primary school life. That clearly made me a pariah, and I grew up with no friends. I made my way through and now have my amazing friends by my side. I sometimes feel like I don't deserve them because of her. She forces me to wear the hijab (headscarf) whenever I'm with her. She's very strict about going my outings. My father is as well, but logically and I support him. She agrees to some of my outings, then suddenly changes her mind, leading to me ditching my friends. I know I would be sick of a friend who constantly cancels on me. I am sick of myself having friends because of her. She forces me to lie to her. I am """"innocent"""" in my friends' eyes, when I have to repeatdly lie to my mother in order to live a life. I can go on forever. I hate myself because of her. Is this normal?