10/02/005
Dear God
Gosh! Can you believe the last I wrote to YOU was LAST year!
I spent my entire holidays working. Dullah Mamajee and Aunty
Mohsina had gone for Haj and so I had to help Nana run the shop. It wasn’t
really much of a holiday.
Sameera Khala and Uncle Noushaad booked a resort for one of
the weekends. Get all the cousins together and there’s bound to be loads of
fun. We spent most of the day in the pool and the nights playing UNO in the
lounge area. We made such a ruckus that the staff had to eventually ask us to
return to our respective rooms.
Now the holidays (if I can call it that) are over and I’m
back to the grind.
Chat soon
Ta
26/05/2005
Dear God
It has been THREE (long) months since I’ve last updated you
on everything that is, my life. Final year of madressa means all the more work
and less time for leisure. I don’t really know what got into me today but I
decided to pen my thoughts, however absurd they may be.
I’m turning seventeen in about three weeks and I’m finding
it tough to adjust to the very idea of it. One minute I’m an innocent, carefree
child (yeah right) the next thing I know I’m an adolescent on her way to
self-discovery, a curiosity that is uncontainable, and a required rebellious
streak.
Actually that’s a lie, I’ve never been much of a rebel.
Then there’s the whole of issue of not having a boyfriend that
bothers me. Ok, it’s not so much an issue, more a concern. It’s not like I have
the freedom to have one anyways, and though I know of many other girls that
have secret boyfriends (whom everybody knows about except for their parents)
I’ve never really been one for doing things like that being my parents back.
I’ve done things without Papa knowing yes, but a boyfriend required a whole lot
of hide and seek that I felt was best left in my childhood days.
Yes, I idolized the notion of being loved, of having someone
who doted over me, of weekend rendezvous that leave me feeling weak knee’ed.
But I was also aware of the risks that came along with that and I wasn’t sure I
was ready to bear the brunt of my actions if Papa ever had to be made aware of
it.
Enough about that, can you believe I have just FIVE more
months left before madressa ends. I really have no idea what I want to do thereafter.
My intention for becoming an Aalima was not solely to teach
but in doing so, to make a difference. I want people to see the beauty of our
religion and not just follow it blindly.
In other unrelated news, my cousin, Nabeela, is leaving for
Cape town today for work, and she came to greet me prior to leaving. I gave her
a pair of earrings as a gift and I was so glad she liked them.
Za’ came to visit today bringing her usual: Akhalwaya’s
WonderWhy pizza and Coke for lunch. I was in food haven. She spent the
afternoon experimenting her new make-up artistry talents on me. I ended up
looking like a collage of colour, though I had fun in the process.
I read my 1st SVU (Sweet Vally University) book
today. I felt like I was finally entering the domains of adulthood in doing so.
I still prefer SVH (Sweet Vally High) though. I’m currently reading a super
duper Vampire book titled; Bloodlines _ Family can be fatal (I can vouch for
that) and I’m enjoying the story line immensely.
Quote for the day:
‘If a woman is not
speaking to you, she is trying to tell you something.’
Ta
