29/07/2004
Dear God
Guess what?
Appa Sumayya has decided she’s NOT coming back to teach (and
that to, without even giving us a heads-up)!!!!
That means our whole time table needs to be reassessed
considering she took us for most of our subjects.
On a positive note her wedding went off quite well. I was a
whole bundle of flour combined with eggs the night before, but it was thorough
fun. I mean, how often do you get to crack an egg on your Appa?
I wore a black and silver dress to the wedding and (wait for
it) heels. Don’t ask, I’m still wondering as to whether I was temporarily
possessed by a rather feminine Jinn. The wedding set-up was elegantly
simple.
I was upset Za’ couldn’t make it. She was still grounded and
even though her dad agreed to let her come, her mum wouldn’t hear of it. In my
case it’s the absolute opposite in terms of permissiveness.
I got my hair straightened for the first time with an iron.
No, not a hair iron an actual clothing iron. Now before you fall off your
throne in laughter, let me allow you a moment to picture this scenario.
Me, with my body dangling from the edges of an unsteady
ironing board, my cousin Tasneem and our Lebanese neighbour Samiha pressing the
iron onto my hair with all their might as if maliciously wishing my curls away
and me beckoning my head (and hair) forward with a pull that could toss an
anchored ship to its destruction. It made for a rather embarrassing moment when
Saadiya (a 4th year student and my lift for the night) walked in on
us.
I didn’t even attempt explaining myself. What was I to say:
‘Oh uh I like this sort of torture treatment where someone presses an iron to
my hair and rips it out strand by strand.’ Chilled.
Love: The one with sadistic tendencies
Ta
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