Salaams all

with a heavy heart i send this message out

i will no longer be posting on  this blog
i have no time to write as my studies take up too much or time

i'm bidding farewell to this blog

i might continue posting in the december holidays again when my schedule frees up

thank you all who have read comment on this blog

love and duas
aadi

Chapter 2 :Babies and Broken dishes

Chapter 2 :Babies and Broken dishes 

Time just flew by before I knew it I was jammed packed with work.

As my naani would say time has no barakat these days 

As the weeks went by I found myself lost in my own world and hardly saw friends and family expect on a Friday night when my mother insisted everyone have supper at our house

“A family who eats together stays together when we were small we should knew all our kalas and fois children today people don't even know they neighbors” she lectured anyone who tried to get out of supper

Friday night was supper night at our house and as my cooking skills where now approved by my mother 

I sneakily took my dadimas mothers chicken curry recipe to try ...

I cooked the curry everyone loved it..well my dad said it was tasty and Ahmed ate almost half by himself ... my mother told him that he must stop acting like Maryam don't feed him 

Ahmed cheekily replied “Maryam was stealing all the food for herself ...” poking her tummy "she was getting a bit plumy but more round" 

Poor Maryam went bright red ....

“Well I'm not getting fat it's just that I'm 3 months along ....” she whispered softly

“Oh that's so cool at least the twins will have a cousins they age !” Muhammad said excitedly he was sitting near Maryam  


Twins? Who's having twins I wondered 

Fathima whispered loudly “you weren't suppose to tell them ...now mummy gonna tell the whole world before your mother finds out....and it's not like we going to be in durban much longer” 


“Can you guys stop whispering and please tell us what's going on” Dad said loudly


“Muhammad and I are planning on adopting twins as you guys know it's not safe for me to have kids anymore And Mo got a job offer in Cape Town we going to move there” Fathima said in one breath 

My mother who was on her way to kitchen dropped the prix dish she was carrying .....

Twins? Moving? Huh? Whats happening here was I really caught up in my own bubble these last week I missed so much I thought to myself

Next thing we hear a big bang in the kitchen and it didn't sound like a prix dish. ...

Way too steal Maryams thunder I thought to myself  ...

As Ahmed fired questions at Maryam 

My dad rushed into the kitchen

Talk about a fast paced life ....

Salaams All


I would like to say a muslima on campus it back
Please make maaf i know i said  a week or two
I had a writers block and then a few other things got into the way

You can look forward to all the drama in the normal time slot at 8 pm on a Monday Wednesday and Friday

Thank you to all ny readers

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Love And Dua
Aadi

Season 2 Chapter 1 : High Teas And High Heels

Season 2

Chapter 1 : High Teas And High Heels

My second year on campus had started..

It was good to be back to normal routine after a 3 month holiday.

It was great to see my campus friends who were away from holiday almost the whole month.

A lot had happen during the holiday...

The first 2 weeks was spent relaxing and waiting for results to come out

I caught up on all the series I liked to watch

Amina had finished her iddat and was almost her normal self again but because we were so close I could tell that she was still affected by what had happened and was just putting a brave face on

The next week we took a road trip just me Yumnah and Ibraheem with our partners  to northern natal visiting old family friends and family, my dad had grown up in these sleepy farm towns and had worked hard to be where he is today .

It was nice to be away from the city it was quite and relaxed

These people lived a laid back life well I guess that's how life is when your town had only one street

When we got back home Yumnah had taken up the task of teaching me some cooking skills

 At least my food is now edible and not burnt Ahmed was teasing me that because my  rotis are rounder , he can find me a haario poorio .

One would think that now that his married he would act more mature but nope Maryam even joins him sometimes to gang up on me.

My baking is just horrible well I did put salt instead of sugar lucky my mother tried it before she served it to the guest

My dad had also surprised us with a holiday away to Warmbaths for a week. The whole family including Fatima and Muhammad ... Ahmed and Maryam. Which was really cool we stayed at the forever resort it was loads of fun hot springs sightseeing  and bathing in the sun , oh but we never really get a tan because my mother refused to let us be  nangi goris  so our  shorts below the knees and t-shirts over our swimming costume and a whole bottle of sun screen .. You know how Indian mothers are...

When we returned back I was just in time for the wedding preps for Zeenats wedding

2 weeks before campus started the girls and I got together to host a high tea for Zeenat , she got married the week be campus started

The high tea was amazing it was just a few girls from school and Zeenats new campus friends and her cousins

We never have unda dunahs bridal shower like the older aunties would have said

Just a few games like bridal bingo and a really funny game  Zahra and Lutifa hosted they blindfolded Zeenat and made her take out items of clothes that were miss matched and too small while Zahra read a story explaining that the lights had went at the hotel room and Yusuf had called the hotel handyman and she had 2 mins to throw on what ever see could find in the dark

After the bridal shower the girls had stayed over at my house and we had a pamper night -manis , pedis and a spa treatment

Things had gone back to normal after Zeenats wedding

and my mum had got over the proposal hold and Yumnah was back on the samosa run

There is sure to be a lot of drama happening in my house...

An Ending to the first year

Chapter 16: An Ending to the first year

After explaining the whole saga to my mother she promised not to tell dad as long as my 2nd semester results were excellent.

I had dove into my books after the whole thing promising never to get involved again .

I had so much work too catch up on and half done tuts  
Well that's what you get for talking till the wee hours of a morning to a guy who was never worth the time 

You had put extra effort  I told myself  as I remembered my dad's words “you go there to study and that's it no extra agenda ...u a naive there's a whole unknown world people looking to bring you down” 
Funny how  our parents advice only makes sense after we do something wrong 
I finally caught up with all my work , my  last few  test marks where the worst I had seen. I barely passed but it was time for November exams I needed to put 120% and show my mother I was determined to make a future for myself....
It was tough  work...but shurk I passed and exams was over the moon I received a deans com ( 75%) and my mother was pleased I was glad I put all that boy drama behind me .
It was time for a relaxing December holiday with my family . Dad had promised to take us overseas for a trip.
Yumnah promised to show me how not to be a disaster in the kitchen.

After that whole Zaakir story ,we bonded and got that idiot back for lying ...oh the wonder of technology !

Here's to hoping I don't  'mistakenly' burn Yumnah's hair… 


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Salaams everyone 


Sara Kajee here 

Don't worry not I'm not a ghost 

Just stole Adis blog  for a bit 


Well as you guessed my 1st year of campus is complete 
I have just experience one of the most toughest challenge in my life.  I had broken out of  the cocoon my mother has wrapped me in.

Adis is exhausted, I don't let her sleep much as I like retelling my tales to her while she's trying to fall asleep and she has to type then and there before it disappears...

Any way I decided I will give her time of and take a relaxed holiday before my 2nd year 

Love and Sunshine

Sara

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I would like to thank everyone one who reads my blog... Sara really takes over sometimes 


To everyone who supports me and reads my blog -my commenter and silent readers to my friends who stop me in the middle of campus if they are Asma or I'm I Ayesha is Zara ...or when at 2 am someone pings me to ask when the next post 

I love you guys 
With over 7000 reads in less than a month

But I need a break

Sara will be back in a week or two ….

Will Yumnah get married before Sara and this be new talk of the town?

Fathima has some surprising news for us …

Taahir has a cat to let out of the bag ….

And Saras friends have some wedding dramas 


All this and more to come in season two of  A Muslima on campus 



Piles and Piles of tut work awaits me 

Adi

Oho! I'm in trouble

Chapter 15 : Oho! I'm in trouble 

Ahmeds wedding was amazing I was glad it took place in the first weekend in my holiday so I had time to rest before the rush on campus and catch up all the work I had missed.

But with all this down time I spent most of it thinking and wondering what life would be like married.

 Ahmed and Maryum looked so happy together I felt a small pang of jealousy when  I saw them together. They are such a cute couple.

I know it's wrong to get jealous ..

So I closed my eyes and made dua Allah grant me that one’s day when the time is right.

I kept noticing couples on campus  just after the break

Well maybe this is why I this whole thing with Zaakir starred in the first place

I was lounging around reading a book when my phone made a random noise .

Well that's unusually I normally only get messages from people on campus when they need help- I swear they think  like I’m a UKZN Google - I started ignoring most of them and my phone just got quite.

I saw WhatsApp sign..thinking it's one of those aunties in the family group either posting a long message about some Islamic narration thinking they the next mufti from Radio Islam or the latest picture of the newest grandchild.

I opened it only to see an unknown number 

It read 

“Salaams how are you?” 

“I hope you don't mind me messaging you ,I'm Zayaans friend I see you around the library  in afternoon” 

“Zaakir? uhm I don't know any Zayaan” I replied 

“Oh sorry his tasleems bf  I kinda got number from her…”

“Oh okay whats up U need help with something?” Wondering why on earth is this guy texting me .

“Uhm.. not really I just wanted to chat with you ,I think you pretty but you seem quite…”

I never replied …

“Uhm you don’t mine right” he texted again

Pretty well that's a first  from a non family member my mother or naani will tell me I’m pretty but that's their duty 

Even though I had a nagging feeling about the whole thing I replied 

“Thanks yeah, try and finish work early on campus that’s why always so busy” 

“So I see you hanging out with that Muslim guy all the time you guys dating?” he asked 

Muslim guy? Are you not Muslim too I thought ...I replied anyway

“Uh uh! no we just have assignments together I don't have a bf”

“A pretty girl like you single..” was his reply  


We kept chatting over the week and I got to know him better we shared stories 

When campus started he started coming and sitting around me trying to make conservation it seemed so weird  I wasn't use to chatting to guys..


It was only later he message me “I see you very shy” 

“Jee sorry not use to talking to guys” 

“So what you think of me?”

“You seem nice why...” Okay this is getting way weird I thought too myself .

“Would you consider dating me?” He asked 

I was beyond furious “What?! are you crazy you know that's wrong” 

“But you don't mind chatting to me” he texted

I never reply

“Is it about that Muslim guy ?”

Gosh what is this guys problem just because Taahir wears his jeans above his ankle, kurta on Friday and has a beard his Muslim .,.


“You Muslim too…” I replied 

“I knew something was going on” he accused me  

“Nothing is going on its haraam to date and have relationships before marriage “ I was so angry

“Oh okay” he said  he never replied or chatted to me after that and I never saw him on campus again


It was a week later I had got over the whole thing… 

It was Yumnah had called me to show me a twitter account set up in my name with a picture of me on campus from far as the display picture.

“I was wondering why you never follow me back and then I saw the tweets to the user name” she said

I read the tweets I was shocked Zaakir had bad mouthed me to the world just because I said no 

I broke down and told Yumnah the whole story. It felt so much better.

"You better tell mummy she just got a call from Auntie Julie , I think Nabeela  told  her mother the story and you know how Auntie loves to bad mouth us." Yumnah said

Oho! I’m in trouble..

A small post with lots of Appreciation

This is a small post with lots of appreciation.

The other day I got a WhatsApp message from my sister saying check your blog there is over 2000 views .

Thinking she’s bluffing me I logged on to my blog and my views had doubled...

I was beyond shocked ….  I have never attempted to write English in my enter life; I’m the math geek kind of type …

                                                                                   

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The Wedding Preparations

Chapter 14 : The Wedding Preparations 

I was having a disaster week

I had 3 test in one week and 2 of them was on the same day plus a group assignment that was due to do a presentation during jummah time ... I was so upset when I tried to explain to lecturer to move my slot but she called me out in front of the whole class I was so embarrassed I tried to hide under the table ..

She accused me of wanting extra time but I had showed her the assessment was nearly complete and I wasn't the only one that had a problem as there was a few other Muslims in the class -Ayesha , Taahir and few others


She was been very hostile towards us after that. ..I hate when people get islamophobic . I mean we live in South Africa we one of the few lucky countries allowed to practice Islam in open.

Campus was not the only thing crazy..

Our house was a mad house as my mum tried to outdo the last wedding that took place trying to find a new colour scheme so she doesn't clash with any other weddings in last 5 years… I mean  who even keeps track of all this , I can't even remember what I wore last week

Even though Ahmed and Maryum wanted a simple small Walima, they couldn't  as my mother and daadi nearly have a heart attack as they needed to invite everyone – well everyone been  only relatives that I didn't know existed nor had much contact with but had invited my parents for a wedding, plus nebougiors  , Maryams family and they relatives plus family friends ..

“.It’s my first son getting married I have to make it big”my mother tried to justify herself when I explained that it should be small like the Prophet(SAW) told us.

“You know fathis wedding was small” my mother complained

“ She got married fast-fast there was no time to do anything and people were talking after how never invite them, your fathers cousin never speak to me for months because I never invite her yet she invited us for Zafars wedding” 

NMJ hall in Overport was booked for the Walima , the Nikah was to take place on the 11 October at Masjid ul Hilaah  before Maghrib and of course Gora Manjras menu was chosen as the caters for the evening.

I may lack in cooking department but was excellent at deco..

I had chosen a lovely Tiffany  blue and white theme with a dash of gold , I heard Maryum the other day saying she has dreamt when she was younger that her wedding will be blue and black,

But my daadi said can't have black as that's a funeral colour 

I never knew there was so many different shades of colours till I started finding serviettes and the perfect center pieces , high ball vases with white roses it looked so pretty, I was excited for the wedding .

I was having loads of fun with the wedding preparations   but my campus work was taking a back slide .
Lucky the wedding was in the August October holiday otherwise I won't have managed 

I went with Fathi ,Maryam ,her sister and Yumnah to choose a wedding dress for Maryum she looked so stunning .Ahmed was one lucky man

We were also having a small kitchen tea for Maryum next weekend before the wedding ,her sister had planned it and invited some of our family over.

In all this rush I forgot about the world.. I couldn't help but wonder what my wedding would be like ...

Who would I get married to? 

Will my wedding be as exciting as Maryam's and Ahmeds?

I knew I wasn't ready to get married just yet, but is all this wedding preparation was making me emotional ....

The Wedding Bells

Chapter 13 : The Wedding Bells 

Campus was just one big rush .

My timetable this semester hardly gave me free time .

I came home at half 4 after pracs and just fell into a deep sleep .


My social life started to take down slide I felt I was drifting further and further from everyone .Everyone seemed to have they whole life figured out .I started to feel lonely like I had nobody and everyone around me was getting proposed or into a serious relationship. 

Where I was just me and my books , I started drifting away from my school and campus friends...



It was a Saturday night and unlike when I was in school I use to go to Musgrave or Gateway with my friends for movie or ice cream. 

I was at home doing an assessment.

Ahmed came into my room looking a bit worried and distressed..

He had started going  to see a few girls as prospective brides 

So my mother stopped worrying me for a bit 

He hadn't like any girls yet but last night  we had went over to my father’s friends house Ahmed was to see a his daughter Maryam , you could see the spark in his eye afterwards , I  think he liked her...

“Sara can I talk to you” Ahmed said bring me out of my thoughts

“Jee” 

“You promise you won't over react..”

“I won't promise” 

“What you think of Maryam? He asked quietly I almost missed what he said  

“She's nice, I like her she actually made an effort to talk to me unlike that hijaab Barbie you went to see the week before and those pies where yummy” I said dreamily thinking about those pies 

“Sara! Sara listen to me ....”  Ahmed scolded me

“I think I want to ask for an official proposal” he said seriously and his cheeks flooded up red I have never seen my brother so embarrassed


“Omw! you blushing“ I teased him and shouted

“Yumnah ! Come here“

All of a sudden I was tackled down..

Ahmed started tickling me 

“Stop! stop !” I started screaming I hate been tickled

“ I will BBM Maryam and tell her you like her” I threaten  him , she and I  had exchanged BBM Pins  as we had realized we had loads in common ,we enjoyed the same series and she cooked some delicious  desserts  , and I told her I will be her tester

“What happened? “ Yumnah came running into late

“Ahmed is in love” I said in a sing-song voice as Ahmed tried put a pillow over my face so I couldn't speak  

My mother walked in “what's all this screaming?”  

“Mummy Ahmed likes Maryam “ I started singing

Red in the face Ahmed looks up at my mum 

“Well you're in luck Auntie Ayesha  just phoned to say Maryam feels the same way” Mummy said smiling with tears in her eyes  

I hear the wedding bells 

I started dreaming about yummy burfi, pretty dresses and heels 

“Some ones getting married” I started poking Ahmed 

“Stop it!” he got up and walked away 

I have never seen my brother so shy. ..

The Gori Foi

Chapter 12 : The Gori Foi 

It was 2 weeks already that Gori Foi came to stay …my daadi was feeling much better but this lady won't go back  already ,I was so fed up

I had to move out of my room because the guest room didn't have nice lighting according to her  and she complained that bed gives her back ache 

She re-organized whole cupboard including my campus books, I was beyond mad

I couldn't find my clothes and I had set my books according to timetable she stacked them neatly to size ...
“I can't sleep in an untidy room” she justified herself when I complained to my mother

Ya! You have x-ray vision u can see in cupboard I  thought to myself

She kept tabs on the time I left the house to the time I came back

The other day my prac had run a bit later then usually so I was home late 
I overheard her telling my mother I have a boyfriend because was coming back later every day of the week

The other day I had to drop her off at the mall and she drove me bananas “so fast-fast you drive, I can feel my palpitation going high” she scolded me 

When we got home“Haroon check my pressure please your daughter was driving so fast-fast my heart is making tack-tack” she went running to my dad ,

 What fast? I was doing 40 k/h way below speed limit, gosh this women exaggerates everything..

She pulled the last strings when she started picking on my weight “see how fat you getting ,those jeans are looking tight  must be that take out you eating on campus” when I went to show off my new Eid outfit to Yumnah  

I couldn't deal with her any more

I went to my father moody “I wanted my room back and my place.I’m not 5 years old, I do text you when I'm finishing late ,I don't like all those side remarks when she compares me with Yumnah, daadi is better can't she just go home “

“She’s Midjiwan( visitor) we can't just tell her to leave just be patient” my dad tried to reason

“I'm going to stay by naani till she moves out” I stormed off. I had enough  

I packed my entire room up ...well all my campus stuff and clothes and few odds and ends


“Ahmed please come help me” I called for my brother as I was taking my stuff downstairs  

“Wow are you moving out when did I miss the wedding? “ Ahmed joked


It was only after Eid , that my mother to  was feed up of her as she had taken over the kitchen too .
My dad had polity asked when she was going back to Joburg  one day when I was over for supper 


“You can just tell me to leave “ she got up angrily and 2 hours later we heard her come downstairs with her bag Ahmed and I were playing x-box 


“Ahmed please drop me at the airport Haseen has booked me a ticket” she said rudely . .

Oh finally the witch had left I can move back home…

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a/n salaams all i would like to thank every single reader out there , i have 900 in less than a week, it means alot

post will be a bit slower now as im back on campus too , hope you enjoy reading and had a lovely eid 

stay tune for more Sara drama

An Eid day biryani kinda love

Adi :) 

The Month of Ramadan

Chapter 11: The Month of Ramadan 


Ramadan had started ...
I just loved Ramadan and the peace it brings like the whole world just calms down for a while.

 Just before Ramadan started Ahmed decided he will go on the samosa run as he scored a job at Unilever and was ready to settle down but only after Eid ...My mother was beyond trilled and had a few girls lined up for him to see.

After what happened to Amy I vowed that I didn't want to get married.

She was 19 at home, divorced and recovering from the lost of her baby and husband .
She had been married for less than 6 months.

That night after my dad rushed her to the hospital to do and DNC trying to save her life as she had internal bleeding ,Amy said she had slipped in the bathroom earlier that day and felt a pain in her stomach but thought nothing of it at that time  but I saw the blue marks on her wrist , she was tried to hide under her Abaya sleeves.... 

She was only 6 weeks pregnant and I feel bad for her , her husband phoned her later and told her not to come back as it was over he couldn't do this anymore ...she won't even speak to me about the whole thing I wish I could comfort her in some way .Her mother says she stays in the room whole day not talking to anyone ...

The rest of my holidays just slipped by, I spent most of my time trying to pray and connect to Allah. I prayed for all the women who were abused and decided to speak to my local MSA to raise awareness on women and child abuse ...

On a happier note I went for my annual Iftar with almost all my high school friends it felt nice to be back with the gang just like old times   ...

When went to caminettos towers on sparks road and ordered a huge iftaar - our eyes were bigger than our stomachs 

  I invited Ayesha,Asma ,and Tasleem from campus , Yumnah, Sumayah and Safiya who was now proposed to a guy who she described as  tall, had all 32 teeth, a  real head of hair,.had a regular bath, good sense of humor and she couldn't find any complaints  with him .

A few other close friends had joined 
Zarah who somehow got a video of my flaming cake had everyone in laughter ….
Great I already had the old nosey lady from next door poking her nose in my business now Gori Foi will come and nag my brains....


Tasmiya  she was the head girl and a brainiac in high school , defying all laws of our society  and was  becoming a doctor 

Lutifa was the crazy one in our group no wonder she was studying psychology but I loved her any way 

Zeenat to be honest scared me ...she was smart and witty she was studying law 

Zarah was the clown of the group always making jokes  she and Khatija where on campus with me and where study in commerce .

As we broke fast ,it was Zeenat that dropped the ball to let us know she had met someone and was getting married at the end the year 

Everyone had a good laugh about my kitchen dilemma as they all passed that cooking class with flying colours .




Campus was starting in a few days and in 2 weeks was eid I couldn't be more excited.


It was after taraweeh at home and we were having dessert when my mother announced my Gori Foi was coming to stay ..she was a widow and stayed in joburg all her children were married, my daadi had fallen ill and staying close by to us ,she want coming to stay for a while to help her since daadis lived in a flat there was no place for Foi to stay there 


Great I already had the old nosey lady from next door poking her nose in my business now Gori Foi will come and nag my brains