Fluent Thoughts

After تراويح prayers she was planning to go, but instead she went after إفطار wanting to get through it sooner.

There, the place that they used to call ours is where she went to take all of her belongings. Her clothes, her shoes, her perfumes, her jewelry, her photos and she would see other things that are their’s and not only hers; she left them.

“I wanted to leave the memories there, the good ones and the bad ones”

“There were photos of us together, I threw them”

“I loved this place; can I take it and put it in our front yard?”

“Remember the perfumes mum got me from Abu Dhabi; I would leave my jewelry yet not leave them”

She then looked at her baby and said “Believe me, it’s for your own good”

This Ramadan Boodi (My 8 Y/O brother) should fast till sunset on weekends and until he’s back from school on school days.

Day 1 (school day)

Boodi is back from school

Mum: “Hi dear so you’re fasting today”
Boodi: “No I had to drink water after the PE class, because my teacher forced me to run around the play ground three times”
Mum: “And why would she do that?”
Boodi: “Because I went to drink water without asking her first”
Mum : !!!

Day 2 (weekend)

Boodi is watching TV with my sis, where an advertisement of food was showing

Boodi: “ما يجووووووووووووز”
Siso: “why ما يجوز”
Boodi: “Because my father doesn’t allow me to say حرام”
Siso: “Okay and what is it that ما يجوز”
Boodi: “Showing food on TV while we are fasting”

And then he starts talking about food and without noticing he takes the mixed nuts bowl from the table and starts munching!

Day 3 (weekend)

Boodi fasts the whole day and when it’s time for تراويح prayers my father asked him to join them.

Boodi: “How much ركعات”
Loosh: “11 ركعات”
Boodi:”Oh that’s too much I’m not going”
Dad: “Yes you are! Go wear a Dishdahsa”
Boodi: “Why can’t I go wearing this?”
he was wearing a pear a short jeans and a sleeveless shirt
Dad: “It isn’t appropriate”

Boodi went and wore a Dishdasha but what caught my attention while they were heading out were his Crocs! They look hideous with a Dishdasha!

Ramadan is a gift from God, so accept it with pleasure.

مبارك عليكم الشهر

Every word we say seems to be a reason for her to smile or laugh, but her eyes, Oh god her eyes; they are telling that what appears is only to hide what is really going on inside there. She’s hiding her grieve, the shock, and mostly her broken heart.

She goes to bed every night hoping to wake up the next day to find herself as she was before it, she wishes that it never happened from the beginning, she wishes that it never was. but then she would think again and regret her thoughts looking to the small bed placed next to hers, looking at his small hands embracing each other, and his tiny lips making a sad smile, while his eyes are closed, and says: “You, my dear aren’t a mistake; because of you I have no regret”.

My phone ringing

TF: “Hello”
She: “Are you feeling better”
TF: “Not really, I’m having a severe headache”
She: “Can I come now; I need to talk to you about something”
TF: “Yeah sure, why not?”
She: “I’ll be there in minutes”
TF: “Help your self in, the door is open”
She: “Thank you”
TF: “حياج الله”

Minutes later, she comes in crying! At that moment I wanted to shout “بره. آنا ناقصه وجع راس؟”, but instead I told her to come and have a seat. No, I didn’t rise up and hug her and didn’t even ask her what’s wrong (she’s a drama queen).

She: “OMG she called me a liar”
TF: “You heard her saying it; I could never imagine her saying CHATHABA”
She: “No she texted messaged me “tell the names of those who told you””
TF: “So she didn’t say that you’re a liar?”
She: “Doesn’t that mean that she thinks that I’m lying to her? Anyway, I will tell her it’s L who told me”
TF: “But yesterday you said it was M who told you!”
She: “Huh? … No it was another thing that M told me about”
TF: “What was it that they told you? I’ve heard three stories and two names until now”
She: “You think I’m lying too??”
TF: “I don’t care if you were lying or not; you came to me complaining and seeking for advice, I just don’t blame her if she thinks you are lying”
She: “Why would I lie about such a thing?”
TF: “Hey; I didn’t say you are lying; I said I can’t blame her if she believed so”
She: “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”
TF: “I’ll be honest with you. Every thing you did was wrong; shouting at her in front of us all, about something you your self aren’t sure about”
She: “I trust M”
TF: “You just met M two days ago, and from the first meeting she tells you that about her!! So confusing to me”
She: “I know M من زمان“
TF: “Okay, I have enough ache in my head, can you please go solve what ever mess you’ve caused by your self”