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What to Think?

After quite a while, I attended the dinner at the mosque. We said our Maghreb (evening) and Isha (night) prayers. Later on dinner was served. When we reached the mosque 🕌, a slight figure was walking 🚶‍♀️ up, and down at the parking site. He was a new convert to Islam. The mosque door was still locked, and poor thing he must have been wondering where everyone was, and whether anyone was going to show up?

Soon afterwards families with children in tow arrived. The children more interested in playing, and shrieking, ran in circles around their mamas. I saw one mother picking her crying 😢 son, depositing him on the side to bow down in sajdah. I had never seen him so cranky before. Later on his mood improved, and he became his sweet self again.

Coming home, I decided to tackle one of my chores. Son had bought some veggies home, including my favorite, which is okra. For the rest of the veggies I had managed to find space in the fridge, but okra, and ginger were still on the counter. Watching a hallmark movie I managed to wash, and cut the ladyfingers (okra), filled three bags, and stashed them in the freezer.

It had gone quite late by the time I finished, I went to my bedroom. Leaving the movie running, as I was interested in knowing the end, I went to the bathroom to clean my teeth, and wash my face —- bedtime rituals. As I was sitting on the sofa 🛋, drying my feet, I glanced at the iPad screen to see the end. I was astounded 😳 to see the message on the screen which was whether I was watching the movie, as I wasn’t watching for the fifteen minutes I was away from the room?

I pressed the okay on screen to continue watching. Do people watch us through the camera as to what we are doing? I’m greatly perturbed.

Focused

I can’t multitask as some brainy people can. I can only remain focused on one thing at a time. If I deviate from my usual norm, I do it at a risk of committing a mistake. I can only pay attention to one thing at a time. 

I can’t write when someone near me is talking, or there is a lot of noise. When I’m driving I don’t like it when someone diverts my attention. While I’m cooking I can make one dish at a time. Whenever I have tried making two, or three dishes, one thing is certain that inadvertently I end up with a burnt offering.

Son likes marmalade on his bread when he is having his breakfast. Yesterday he brought a bagful of oranges home. For the evening meal I was making fried okra. Everything had been done, and was now in the pan on low heat. I could now concentrate on cutting the oranges for the marmalade.

Removing the pith from the skin of the oranges was a difficult job. As I finished doing it, I remembered the okra. I rescued it from burning just in time, otherwise it would have been a disaster. It was a lucky escape from preparing some other food for the evening meal.

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Soil

Son prior to his divorce when he owned his home, went to great lengths planting his vegetable patch. He would test the soil for what it needed to grow the plants. He would buy the top soil, tomato, jalapeño, pepper, squashes, okra, aubergine plants and fertilizer. He would make the proper beds for them, and took great care in planting them. He would faithfully water them.

The end result was failure.

Nothing survived, except for mint and weeds. 

The weeds thrived, and in no time took over the whole patch.

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Soil

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