Sn’s (grandson) birthday was last month. Normally Son takes his sons to their favorite spots to celebrate, but because of the dreaded Coronavirus it had to be a home meal. Sn (he is the middle child) couldn’t make it because of tests. The next date he gave us was 5th May. There was another postponement, so Son invited him on 15th May. IB’s (he is the youngest one) birthday happens in the last week of May. We lumped both birthdays together to fifteenth. The oldest one H’s birthday is coming up in July.
Both the brothers didn’t want a cake. I wanted an ice cream cake, or CoolWhip to ice a home baked one, Son vetoed it on account of the dreaded Covid-19. I hurriedly baked a few muffins. At least Son, and I could eat them if the children didn’t. A cake is harder to demolish besides piling on more weight to carry around.
We had Chat, samosas, and dates for Iftari (breaking of fast – remember it’s Ramadan). Son took the three kids upstairs to say their Maghreb (evening) prayer, while I hurriedly set the table for dinner. I had made rice, chicken, a bean salad, and pizza. The children didn’t touch anything except for the pizza. I was ever so thankful that I had made a pizza for them. They were picky in eating, saying no to everything, while Son was just the opposite. He was on his third helping when I had to remind him that it was time to stop.
Son loves it when his children are with us. He is starved for their company. For the short period they were with us, Son’s face was wreathed in smiles. May Allah Bless us with His Infinite Mercy. Ameen.