I have long given up on holding parties at my home, even when R (my husband) was alive. If I have to — I invite the guests to a local restaurant. That takes care of it. It’s a costly endeavor, but I don’t have to toil, and groan at the amount of work involved in arranging a party.
R’s third death anniversary is on August the second. To send Blessings his way I will have to gather ladies to come for a Khatam Quran (reading of the Quran). This year I am planning it ahead of time in July. Why July? Because my daughter along with her family is coming to spend Eid-ul-Fitr with me. Inshallah!
Nola can help me with the guests, the reading, and the cooking. I don’t plan to cook all the dishes at home. There is a good restaurant from where I can get delicious seekh kababs, and other mouth watering food.
It will still be a lot of work as each lady will be bringing her children along. I can’t expect the ladies minus children. The men folk will be at work so they won’t participate.
I am looking forward with trepidation. It will look odd to hold a Khatam Quran in a restaurant, hence the holding at home. I can only hope it goes well, so please send good wishes my way.
Above is R. Allah’s Blessings, and Peace on him.
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Daily Prompt: Odd Trio Redux
Time for another odd time prompt: write a post about any topic you want in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.
Today, 2nd August is the second death anniversary of my husband R.
Yesterday we held a Quran Khawani for him. There are thirty parts to read. I was expecting half of them left to me to finish later on, but thankfully five remained. One lady (mother of a friend), who looked so wise and old managed three, the same as me. Some ladies read two each. While the rest of them managed one only.
Children had come with their mothers. They ran about in flip-flops. Most of them remained upstairs in the children’s playroom.
After finishing the reading, we served food. My daughter-in-law had made the Pulao and baked chicken pieces. I had ordered some dishes from a local restuarant. I had made halwa and a beans salad. The ladies loved the halwa I had made, and asked for a recipe. I had a burn mark (to show) on my left arm, which I had acquired in the making of halwa.
The children liked slices of cake, and ice cream.
I held my tears at bay, when finally we said Dua for R.
Dust In the Wind