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The Hurricane

It was Sunday morn. I hadn’t quite finished my daily duas, and reading of the Quran after Fajr prayer, when Son knocked before opening the door, and showed himself. He had his worried face on. He wanted me to pack some clothes, and immediately leave for Dallas to escape the coming hurricane. I was taken by surprise, because I thought the hurricane wasn’t much of a threat to our part to where we lived. I said okay.

Fifteen minutes later, Son announced he was going back to sleep 💤. Hurricane Laura was on its way to Louisiana to wreck havoc there. After Son had his sleep, he wanted me to get my grocery list, and do the necessary shopping. In between his boss phoned to tell Son that a surgery had been added, so he better be on his way to LA. Son had his flight booked, even before we had returned home. Within an hour he was rushing to the airport, leaving me to worry whether a storm was going to hit us, or not.

I was left wondering what he would have done if we were half way to Dallas, and what explanation would he had given his boss? I have yet to ask him.

After leaving, Son kept asking me over the phone whether I was having bad weather. No! It has been sunny 🌞 all the way. Masha’Allah!


Atchafalaya River
My son, and I travelled the 1,288.7 miles from Charlottesville, Virginia to Houston, Texas for three days. I had to keep S awake (he would doze off), so that we didn’t end someplace else. We had to leave our fasting (Insha’Allah cover the absence after Eid), it was impossible to travel while fasting — more so for S as he was driving. I would keep on passing anything to munch — Tostitos, lemon pops, biscuits, almonds, raisins, chocolates, so that his eyes won’t close. He wouldn’t take coffee or tea. He could barely keep awake. At one rest area he took a nap to chase away the sleep fairies who were adamant in making him sleep behind the wheel.

There were lovely places which we could have visited, but there wasn’t enough time to play tourists. He had to be back before his leave expired. Before he came to get me, he had a once a month visit from his two youngest which the court allowed him. He couldn’t miss that. Then he came to get me, and help with my packing and getting the truck.

Along the way was the long bridge (18.2 miles) Atchafalaya Basin Bridge on 1-10 the Louisiana Highway. It wouldn’t finish, as we rattled on in our truck. 




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