Monday, 18 August 2014

Chapter 43 | Dear God | Morbid thoughts

06/10/2004

Dear God

Last week Tuesday (28/09/2004) Mama went to East London with Altaaf for a holiday by family. The house was eerily quiet and we mostly ordered take-away. I think even Papa realized that any attempt at cooking on my part was futile. I really missed Mama.

Za and I had a bit of a squabble recently. Nothing major but it still made me wonder about the sanctity of friendship. I’ve never had much luck on that front and I probably still have much to learn.

About a week ago, Choti Foi and family was down by Daddi for the weekend. It was really nice having them around. Gori Foi had all of us in stitches with her rather dramatic stories as per usual.

I need to go and sort out my cupboard.
Chat soon
Ta

07/11/2004

Dear God

Don’t even bother asking what happened to me, ‘cos I don’t know myself. I’ve just been so busy.
There’s only FIVE days left for the end of Ramadaan! Can you believe it? (Well of course YOU can). At least my Eid outfit if sorted. I’m wearing an almost caramel and green colour dress with ballet pumps. 

I’ve purchased a ridiculously high heeled sandal. It was gorgeous and I really couldn’t resist. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking it to it no matter how lame. When I think about it though it WAS really foolish of me, considering what a waste of money that was.

I’m dreading exams, which commence just after Eid. I have 10 para’s of Tafseer to learn and I don’t even have my file with. Someone loaned it and didn’t even have the decency to return it in time. I’m SO dead!
My entire body is aching and I don’t even know why. No really, I don’t.

I’ve been having rather morbid thoughts lately. That’s what happens when you start questioning the reason for your existence and whether there is any point in actually being alive. Nothing suicidal though. An eternity in hell fire is nothing compared to the misery of this world.


Ta

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