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IB’s Original

Last Sunday we had an art competition at the local mosque. The afternoon prayers were at 2pm. The exhibition and competition were after the prayers. I gave an early lunch to IB (grandson) and S (son). I didn’t feel like eating, so forgo having lunch. I put a fruit and nut granola bar in my bag in case I felt hungry.

IB had to be persuaded to participate. He said that he had never drawn anything. As the room was being readied for the participants I let him go outside to play. Later on, with much cajoling on his father’s part IB parted with the monkey bar, and came inside. He drew the above sketch. 

On my son’s insistence I took part too. It was problematic for me, as my near vision is perfect, but far one isn’t. I would put on the specs to look at the object, and remove while drawing. It wasn’t bad, but when I used the colors, it was horrible. The teacher saved it from trash to take it with her.

My son’s verdict was: his son’s drawing was the best, and his mother’s was second best.




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The object, or I rather say the objective in sight is passing my DMV test in the few weeks ahead. I don’t even know where the premises are located being new to town here. To be truthful I did stay here for two months in the summer of 2010. I was than a visitor, and never envisaged that I will be back here as a  resident some day. I am trusting Google Maps to show me the route.

My son kept me from acquiring a car when I arrived in Houston in May 2013. He said, “Mama! You don’t need to drive”. Most of the time I was confined to my room upstairs waiting for a weekend when he would be free to take me for anything I needed.

Back home the narrow roads are congested, and we move real slow on the roads. Here you whiz past at terrifying speeds. My heart drops down every time when I am made to drive on highways by my driving instructor Mike. Here we drive on the right whereas it was the opposite back home. Meanwhile there are a hundred signs to get used to, and learn.

The first time I drove with Mike I repeatedly turned on the wipers when I needed to indicate the left or right turn.Back home the indicators are on the right side. I would mutter an embarrassed sorry every time it happened. 

Another scary thing are the up and down winding roads. I have wished (maybe a thousand times or more) I had driven in Houston where the ground is flat, it wouldn’t have been so terrifying now for me.
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