Category Archives: Family

Maze

I have been driving in Houston since October, but the roads still seem a maze to me. The worse thing is I keep forgetting the names, or keep mixing them to the annoyance of Son. He relishes it when he can count it as one mistake. Ten mistakes– and I have to make him a dish of baked chicken drumsticks.

We had to buy some gifts. While returning home, Son asked me the usual question, “What is this road called?” Answer was “Ah aa a!” He was gleeful. Nola (daughter) is on a very short visit to us (she saw her brother after a gap of two years). She advised me, “Stall! Don’t answer immediately. Wait till you can see the name, then answer”.

Next time, I will try her advice.

She reminded him, “Mama is almost nineteen years older to you. Wait till you get there, then I am going to ask you”. 

Son forgets names of friends mostly, but I am too nice a person to rub it in.

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Maze

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Exposed


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My marriage was an arranged one. I had never met the members of my late husband’s family, except for mother in law, and one sister in law. My marriage took place from my uncle’s home, as he was my guardian after father’s death. Uncle had arranged for their stay in an adjoining rest house. The in-laws had come from Charsadda, where as my husband to be flew directly from Rajshahi, as he was stationed there.

It was about 4am after the wedding night. I had come out from the bathroom, and was going to lie down, and catch further sleep, when the bedroom door opened, and the in laws entered unannounced into the bedroom. I was caught in my pjs. I felt exposed meeting my in laws that way without an attire of qameez shalwar ensemble, and without a dopatta covering my head.

No one had told me that they would be leaving the next day, or I was expected to meet them so early in the morning, otherwise I would have been more, or less prepared.

My brothers in law, one by one started with shaking my hand, while the sisters in law hugged, and kissed my cheeks. As suddenly as they had come, they waved goodbye, and left.

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Panicked 

As my yearly excursion to daughter draws nearer, I’m getting panicked. She wants me to spend the coming Eid with her. It’s still a month, and a half away. I wanted to beg her to let me off with visiting– but then she dropped a bombshell. She would be again moving further away. This was the deciding factor in buying a ticket to spend some time with her.

The thought of being subjected to the hassle at the airport throws me into panic. The only option left was traveling by road which is exhausting to say the least. 

The cartoons say it all.






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Panicked

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Perfume

Wondering what to give M1 (grand daughter) I bought a perfume for her as a gift. I showed it to her while we waited for her mom in the specs shop. She said she didn’t like it. I was embarrassed. Before buying it, I should have asked about her preferences. I didn’t– my fault. It was expensive. I couldn’t give it to someone else. I had bought it with her in my mind.

I had to walk –my feet were killing me, all the way in the Mall to get to the right shop to return the gift. I thanked my lucky stars that I showed it to M1, otherwise we would have to come all the way again from where we were staying.

I found it easy buying a perfume as a gift. What I liked was that it didn’t need more space in my suitcase in air travel. M1 turning down my gift made me realize that giving a perfume wasn’t a good idea at all. 

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Zip


Sometimes it’s so hard to write something. There was a time the daily prompt came with a few guide lines to make it easy to write. It’s harder now with one word. Nothing comes to mind even when one peruse what others have written, and comes to the conclusion no ideas-nothing in the eggnosh upstairs.

Son came from the hospital–tired and hungry. He had been up since two in the morning. He espied the pot of chickpeas I had left to cool off. I love to add chickpeas to rice. It’s one of my favorites along with raisins, walnuts (adding walnuts I copied from my sister). Son filled a bowl with chickpeas, added salt and black pepper, and sat down to eat it. He had another bowl full, then declared he had his lunch, and promptly went off to sleep.

He gave me the idea to have the same myself, saving me from thinking what to have for lunch. I filled a bowl, added half a tomato plus a little bit of onions, and vinegar. I microwaved it for a minute, added salt and pepper, and presto here is my lunch. Easy peasy go!

I have zipped up my lunch, and now I can have a go at other things I have to do.

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Climbing 

As I was covering my head with a dopatta to say my Fajr prayer, my grandson Sn called me. He wanted me to come and see something in the bathroom. He told me to look into the mirror. “No look up near to the ceiling”. 

I had woken both Sn, and IB to do their wadu, and say their prayers. IB was standing near the door waiting for his turn, and now both wanted me to kill the insect Sn showed me. I brought a chair from the dinning area. Climbing onto it I caught the offending insect into a tissue, and after flunging it into the toilet bowl, I flushed him. The coast was now clear for them to use the bathroom.

Sn is the same child who could catch frogs, and lizards in bare hands, and now nearly grownup he won’t remove an insect. It’s astonishing how children change!

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Climbing

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Symptom


Symptoms of cold, Son achoos around the house. The germs gleefully trail in the air ready to strike any human object in the vicinity. They find me easily enough, cause our apartment is so small, and I am the unwilling victim. Son is forgetful. He nevers covers his nose into his elbow when he sneezes, and often I am the person handing him the tissues to clean his nose.

Have suggested to him to wear a mask when he goes to the nearby mosque for his prayers. That should hold the germs at bay, but it seems mother’s suggestions fall on deaf ears. The plethora of nasty, cold germs readily follows him home to me, and I get infected in turn. Dirty tissues abound in my bedroom, and my nose is redder than the proverbial Randolph who drives Santa around.

That’s one reason I open doors, and windows to get fresh air in the morning to waft in.

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Symptom

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