Over the weekend I attended a Muslim baptism called “Hakiika” and No, I do not know what they do during a Hakiika apart from the fact that it had a duwa (prayers) before it began. I got clad in my long hijab and closed off my ears in a kakaya scarf and so did the day begin. One thing stood out, the food is ever so much and needed. There is no room for getting hungry and who doesn’t want a full stomach.
I was caught between chunks
of freshly and nicely barbecued marinated meat and chicken to an amazing
buffet. Men and women clad in nice colorful attires. Men by the way are served
first now for a feminist person like me, I really had a fight with that one,
but since I was too full to care I let it be. And there the utter revelation
that men should be given their football came to total realization. In the heat
of day, in the time that we forget the children, they sat down to cartoons and
low and behold the mighty men came and took the television. You know how you
are hoping that they are going to show a down the memory lane of the two
important people and you get the shock of your life, it was to watch a football
game! How do you beat that?
I officially
gave up my struggle with men that watch football, let them watch please my fair
ladies.
And then came the greatest shock of the day, My auntie to me
has been Auntie Jackie, You’ll be shocked when you hear everyone else call her
Husna...aaah that made my day, my uncle is called Hussein so two cute names and
I was sorted for a while. The anniversary gifts were to die for; you could not
go wrong on some things and trust that the memory of the Hakiika gave me a new feel
of how love and forever can be all you need to keep going. The day closed and
for two days, I did not eat anything, I was sorted to the fill. Oh the day was
exceptionally elated through the weekend until late in the night.
I realized if I don’t
rush into the hospital (where I work) I was going to have a seriously bad leg
and butt cheek in the near future. Who would have thought what I was an
injection scar was a Teratoma and it was way big and long! There I was
unexpectedly laid on the theater table up for a surgery that took two hours. It
was way far beyond my expected outcome. I am ever so shy to even own a male gynae,
here I was on the table and the only way help would come was if I put m butt
there and have the thing cut out, oh the shame the dissolves in the face of
need. But here I am, grateful that it was gotten and happy that I can move on
with life.
Yes, I was surprised and Yes, about the Hakiika about my Husna
(cute name) and about the surgery and about all the little things that show up
in my day. But I was also beyond the shadow of doubt brought back to the place
of gratitude. How can one experience all these things and stay happy? I guess
it comes from a place where one can see blessings even in the pain.
I still think of the fun of the Hakiika, the guy who ate to crazy! I still think of the pain of a Teratoma and the urgency of surgery. But most of all I am thankful for the blessing of family, the answered prayer of a good surgeon and a good hospital.
I still think of the fun of the Hakiika, the guy who ate to crazy! I still think of the pain of a Teratoma and the urgency of surgery. But most of all I am thankful for the blessing of family, the answered prayer of a good surgeon and a good hospital.
