craving: some good biryani with great company :) :) :)
Nothing can compare to a Sunday morning with my favorite little people. Breakfast tacos are always in order and since we are eating healthy, it's healthy breaky tacos for us. No Big Red this weekend; hot tea and water was the thirst quencher. Sad that I can't fast the very last days of Ramadan. But, Allah is most merciful.
I was asked the other day and have been asked in the past months several times,"Why didn't you bring all your stuff with you?" Well, for one, I didn't know I was going to stay here in Texas. And two, what does it matter if I didn't bring my stuff with me? Is that stuff going to make me a better person? I hate this question more than anything. Yes, I left all my stuff back in United Arab Emirates and yes, I do wish I brought some stuff with me. Such as my pictures of my mom and a lot of personal items that meant a lot to me and I hold close to my heart. Including stuff that my grandmothers gave me. But, you know, I look at it this way: that stuff is all material and we won't take it to our graves with us. I will always remember what they gave me and my mother's face is imprinted in my mind and heart forever. How can I ever forget her lovely face? I can't. So, from now on, I'm making more memories for my kids and I. I pray that one day I can go back to UAE, even if it's just to see my son's grandparents+ the rest of the family. I ask Allah to make it easy for my kids and I. It's very different not being married. I solely have to depend on myself and, of course, my dad has helped me so much, by just being a ear to listen to me.
To get something you've never had, you have to do something you've never done.
I usually am not a big talker about my private affairs with anyone. But, there's something about my dad that makes me want to pour my heart out. My sister told me the other day, "Dad is very hurt that you had to endure this heart break." He called her up, just wondering hat he could do to make me get out of my funk, so to speak. She told him, "It takes time, time will heal her heart." You know she was right, I'm healing in a way I never knew was possible. I have patience and I truly have faith in Allah. Allah is what got me through this heartache. It's just one step at a time..My dad is happy to see me this way. He's excited each day to hear my journey and always wants me to smile. Well, I'm sure y'all are happy to know that my life is going in the right direction. One day at a time. Now, off to start my biryani for tonight (rice with chicken). I have company coming over for iftar. I'm cooking for the sisters who are fasting. Happy days are here to stay, with a couple of hardships in there too, I'm sure. But, that's life and if it was perfect we wouldn't have anything to strive for.
final whisper: I hope you always find a reason to smile.