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Carousel 

Carousel–A child delight

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Carousel

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Disastrous 

This day is harried for me. I have yet to gather my things, and pack. My flight leaves in the evening, and I will be reaching Houston at midnight Insha’Allah.


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Made pancakes for the children. I have just finished feeding M5 –coaxing her to eat her pancake, and fruit. I was putting forkfuls into her mouth, and at the same time I was ineffectually brushing her hair.

There were unidentified flakes in her hair. I kept alternating between a comb, and brush to take out the flakes adorning her hair. How she got them — it was a mystery.

This was certainly disastrous.

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Dash

After learning Son had become jobless, I wanted to dash back to Houston. The only thought which prevented me from going was, that I didn’t know when I will be able to see my daughter again. Daughter and family plans to move to Qatar, and it’s a long way from here. I used to think Hartford was far away from Houston, and now to think of Qatar.

I am not fond of traveling. The thought of a journey is mentally exhausting. And now Son and I will have to move away from Houston too, and it all depends upon his next job, and where he gets it. Another thought which I don’t like is selling my furniture, and kitchen items. Moving is so expensive if I don’t want to give away, or sell my things. The option of selling things at far less prices than what I paid for it is also heart wrenching. 

Son in law FJ sketched it out to me. He asked me, “If someone is selling used sofas at twelve hundred, and a new one sells at fifteen hundred, which one you will buy?” My answer was of course a new one. Then he asked me, “If the used sofas price came down to eight hundred?” I answered if it was in good condition I might buy the old one

“See!” He said triumphantly. He made his point.

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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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Denial 

I can’t remember road names. These roads keep changing their names. For example it is Kirkwood on one side, and straight ahead it get changed to Dulles. How am I supposed to remember? It’s difficult for me. Houston is an amalgam of cities. Highway six keeps turning up, or does the disappearing act

Son thinks by now I should be well versed with all the names. He has invented a new game. He asks, “What’s ahead on this road?” For the life of me I don’t remember as I am concentrating on driving, so I make a guess. Oh! It proved correct, though it was a wild guess. I can call it a lucky one, otherwise he was bound to be disappointed with me.

I’m going to be charged for my mistakes. The minute their  number goes to ten, I have to feed him baked chicken wings as a penalty. Son is pleased with the situation. If I am not ready by a specified time, he starts counting. Till today my mistakes amounted to seven. Son is eagerly waiting to find more.

At the grocery store the man looked puzzled at chicken trays Son left for me to pay for. I explained to him these are my penalties for mistakes I have done. He chuckled as he ran my bill.

For any mistakes I make I vehemently try to deny. He is ever ready to find them, and I at the other end is in a state of constant denial.

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Label


When looking for fish oil capsules, or Vitamin C, I look at the label to find out that it doesn’t contain gelatin. Recently the cache I had hoarded, dwindled to zero. I had reminded Son time, and again, but as usual he has his own priorities. I dislike going on Amazon to order them, and for a time it looked like I would have to resort to doing so.

As for myself, I kept looking in isles of the shops we most frequent, but to no avail. They were available in every shop with gelatin in them, and what I wanted was –no gelatin. Why they are not for sale here in Houston? I have no idea, because else where they are readily available. Only in Houston it is an impossible feat.

Luckily I remembered that the last bottles of  Vit C were bought in Krogar in Charlottesville, VA. Asked Son to guide me to Krogar here.The previously bought label wasn’t there, but lucky for me I finally saw what I wanted hidden behind a host of other ones. I grabbed the last two on the shelf. They must have been waiting for me to come find them.

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Instinct 

Even writing about this latest mishap in my life churns my gut with dismay, and anger. Being a widow I relie upon my army pension, and proceeds from rented properties. One of my tenent had stopped paying me the rent from September 2016 onwards. For the month of August he had cut the rent from the security he had given me, leaving half of it.

I had to go back to Peshawar to deal with it. I gave Mr. F a one month’s notice to vacate my house. At the same time I contacted a property dealer Mr Toheed  to deal with selling it, or renting. My son, and I live in a rented, two bedroom apartment. Son’s home went to his ex after the court settlement. We need to sell either the above property, or my village home and lands to get the requisite money needed to buy a home here in Houston. 

My instinct never trusted Mr. Toheed, but older brother Lala prevailed upon me, telling me I didn’t have the required men to deal with the renovation. I paid the bills he showed me, consoling myself with the thought this period will soon be over. My two months stay in Peshawar ended, and I had to come back.

Mr. T has pocketed the security, rents for the month of February (when the new tenent occupied the house), and March. Since I can’t deal with all this from here, I have asked Lala on my behalf to look into it. Meanwhile I am full of anger towards the unscrupulous Mr. T, and Mr. F, and strive for calmness in my life.

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