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The Grand Slam

There was a time I followed games, and knew which grand slams took place. Not now, I can only think of my own grand slam, and that is — getting through the day. Now burdened with housework, at the end of day when I drop into my bed my last thought is, “hope I fare better tomorrow”.

Ramadan has been hectic to say the least. Add to it the coming of my daughter, and family. Getting food on the table at Sehri, and Iftari is a big challenge.

Today is the last Roza (fast). Tomorrow is declared Eid.

Last night I went with the family for Taravee (special added prayers during Ramadan) to the mosque. Normally I stay back  to clean, and spruce up the place. After returning I did the work. We would have ended up fasting on empty stomachs if not for my son waking me. .What I had done was to turn off the alarm when it sounded, and gone back to sleep. Thankfully my son woke me to announce there were twenty minutes left till Azan time when the fast closed.

This year I have barely managed, and give myself low marks for everything, including my prayers. Bye to Ramadan till I see it next year.

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Grand Slam

In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)

June 22, 2015 by Cee NeunerSHARE YOUR WORLD – 2015 WEEK #25

What did you or did not like about the first apartment you ever rented?

My first apartment was in Rajshahi, where my (late) husband R took me to live after marriage. It was a two bedroom apartment, and R rented it after our marriage date was set. He got it ready for me all by himself. 

I loved it, as it was my first home after marriage. We barely lived for a month and a half in it, before R got posted to Sylhet.

What kind of art is your favorite? Why?

I like all sorts, as long as there are no bizarre scenes, or nudity. I prefer scenic ones with no human figures in them.

How many siblings do you have? What’s your birth order?

We were three brothers, and two sisters. Among five of us, two brothers are no longer alive.

I am the second eldest in the family. I was born eight years after my brother. My mother prayed endlessly for having a second child. My brother wasn’t delighted with my birth, as he wanted a baby brother to play with. With my arrival he wasn’t happy, and wanted me to be given away.

Complete this sentence: I’m dreaming of a white …. (and no you can’t use Christmas as your answer)

I am dreaming of white orchids. They are one of my favorite flowers. When someone gifts me those, I feel over the moon.

  
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am thankful as always to God for everything in my life, and I will be a wretched human if I didn’t feel grateful.

We are fasting at the moment. Everyday is a struggle to get things done on time, especially early morning when we get up for Sehri, and evening Iftari.

There is a time limit to those, meaning Sehri has to eaten before the Fajr Azan at 4.47 am. (Sehri means morning food, and Azan means call to prayers). Today I was late. It was 4.15 by the time I rushed downstairs. My son’s porridge has to be made first, so that it has a chance to cool down a bit. Then he has an omelette, toast, and milk with one tea bag. My grandson has fried egg, toast, and milk with chocolate in it.

Then the same goes for Iftari, or our evening food when we break our fast. The terms Sehri, and Iftari are only used for food in the month of Ramadan. Our Iftar timings today are 8.26 pm. The food better be delicious for my two grouchy people at the end of the day. Yesterday it was Samosas, dates, and Beans Chat for Iftari (and then we said our prayers), and dinner was minced meat with peas. I have to think of variation to tempt them to food, because they fill their stomachs with water when they slake off their thirsts.

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