Loving it…
Why didn’t I discover it 6 months ago? Traffic is horrible, parking fees are horrendous and Sayeda’s radio station selection, ghetto music and other disturbing noises all at 630 am can get really annoying…So finally, after talking about taking Metra train for the past few months we decided it’s about time. Monday was my first time taking it. The train station is literally 5 minutes away from my house…Heavenly! Parking fee is only ONE dollar as opposed to 16…the ride is smooth..the seats are comfortable…there is even a restroom on the train (the 740 il with all its luxury is worth nothing when we’re stuck in traffic and have to really go but are 10 miles away from the first exit :grin:)…Train arrives to Union Station downtown 45 minutes later… I get to enjoy a nice walk to my building all before 730 am. Perfect! My mornings are peaceful and so are my evenings. And I still love you Sayeda!
She: (Reading out loud an ad in a magazine) Do you wanna get freaky tonight?
He: (Turns away from watching TV all excited and shouts out…) YEAH!!!
She: (somewhat confused! not realizing what all the excitement is about) Oh. I. was. reading an ad out loud.
He: (in an obviously disappointed tone) oh, okay!
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My mother keeps reminding me to listen to Quran and not skip any prayers…She asks me ‘Aren’t you somewhat ashamed that Jenin and Iman (my 9 year old and 7 year old neices) know more Quran than you?’
Me: “Actually, it’s not my fault that I didn’t go to Arabic/Islamic school…and that my Arabic reading skills is at 3rd grade.”
Mother: “Are you blaming me?”
Me: “I think so?”
Mother: “Even if it’s 3rd grade level, you should be able to pick up the Quran and read in it more often. I always stress the importance of reading it, understanding it…same with prayer. I haven’t seen you pray in a week now. Why?”
Me: “Okay mama, inshallah!”
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To be very honest, reading Quran and listening to it is very soothing…The feeling of being close to God makes everything in this world seem so minute and insignificant!
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So, I was emptying out some old emails from the inbox and outbox (the hotmail beta version is so kewl. it keeps outgoing messages, which could be both good and annoying at the same time)…I started reading some of the messages as I was deleting them…I must say, what the hell is that all about? Some of the stuff we write in a moment of anger, frustration, and complete confusion is so pahetic! :grin: Today’s ‘Oh my God, I cannot believe this is happening, why me. life just sucks’ is tomorrow’s ‘WHATever…what the hell..was I even thinking?!’
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It’s going to be a lovely weekend. ;)
