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 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 goi
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. ...
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 goi
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 ....
