The Muslim Mama Diary

It’s sooo cold I could turn into an icicle soon! I don’t know the freezing point of humans though!

I am just waiting for this terrible weather to go away, and summer to set in , sometime in April or May. But, sure enough I’ll be moaning about the humidity and the heat and begging Allah for the coolness of winter, by then!Such monkey minds , we humans have!

So far, the windows are getting so condensed with vapour . I’m busy wiping the slab everyday!Keeping things on it is a no no for now! The kids books got soaked and I hadn’t realised, and off course they were upset!

Well, I’m tired of shivering and the crick in my back and hope the temperatures rise a bit next week.

Why oh why do I miss the heat of India so much these days. I guess it’s obvious…..

Once in a while ,I have to pull up my socks and run errands for the hubby. Usually when he is overseas.I get to visit these plush offices in the capacity of office clerk, errand girl or what we call back home in India… a peon!

So there I was in the Central biz district of Hong Kong, in my best Hijab (still just black) ,and trying to walk as briskly as these executive types that are a dime a dozen out in those parts. It didn’t work! I stood out like a sore thumb, and was obviously either an Arab-ish tourist, or alternatively,an Indian in a Hijab….which would be more accurate, actually!

Well, Alhamdulillah, I followed hubby’s instructions to the T, as is my panic stricken, paranoid way of doing his errands, and

Alhamdulillah again….I didn’t muck up!

May I add , I quite enjoy this once in a while! Not just for the change in routine, which is nice, but because I can sneak over to the many by-lane markets and grab some stuff from the street stalls! Tch…how unprofessional.

Have you ever felt that a house could close in on you….strange, very strange! I mean, kids really are the light of one’s life and the life of your homes…! My Jaans! I know how mean I can be to them about the noise levels that can be generated by the three of them, but the minute they step out that door (to school or just down to meet their buddies) I feel enclosed in a soundless, vacuum sucked house! Of course the MIL is with me and hubby is too before office hours but, that does not make as much a difference really.Yet when they are here I make a huge hue and cry about Jeans lying about and school things strewn all over the dining table.Which is a pain no doubt, but so much better than not having anything to clean up!

How will I live when they move onto University in a few years….? Now, now, MM get a hold on your self!