#Shaping Your Story : Week Two
Friday fifteenth was Eid-al Fitr, a celebration by Muslims all over the world a day when Ramadan is over, it’s time to celebrate.
One of my friends invited me for Friday but I could not make it so I asked the hostess if it’s all right for me to go and see her family and her mom on Saturday. She was gracious and said, ‘We’d love to see you on Saturday and we’d love you to have dinner with us.’
I was happy I’d wish them, ‘Eid Mubarak,’ we’d spend the evening with them.
Saturday morning I asked my daughter to drop me off at the friend’s house, she agreed but told me she couldn’t stay for dinner, she already had other plans. I said, ‘it’s all right I’ll let them know.’
Since Friday I kept thinking what will I take for the family, perhaps something from Costco, but I wasn’t quite happy taking sweet stuff.
Saturday morning I did my usual stuff like cleaning the kitchen and my room, at the same time wondering what will I wear, I kept the thought to rest and calmed myself saying, ‘I have plenty of clothes, I’ll pick one, it’s not a big deal.
In the afternoon I went to the mall with my daughter, she had some cards to buy while I waited for her. I sat on a bench and said, ‘I must take something with me, instantly I thought of Sugar Mama, a bakery store, it’ll be great to buy their impressive cupcakes for the family.’
I told Selina about my plan, she agreed it is the best gift for them.
We got out from the mall away we went to, “Sugar Mama,” picked a dozen cupcakes, before I got into the car, Selina said, ‘Mom you better carry these on your lap I’m afraid to leave them at the back.’
On our way home for some reason I bent over to get the mail, so I won’t forget, while doing it I shook the cupcakes a bit and the ones on top had the icing ruined. My daughter was furious why I thought of the mail at that time. I remained calm thinking our hostess would forgive me for this.
We came home left the cupcakes in the porch, while I quickly washed and got ready for my prayer. When I was in the bathroom I heard the phone, immediately I had an ominous feeling that this was a call which will give me bad news.
I shook off my negative feeling, said my prayer. I then checked who called, the number was unfamiliar, I didn’t know if it was for me or was it a wrong number.
I picked up the receiver what I heard completely baffled me, she apologized for cancelling the invitation, said, ‘Auntie Uncle Rahman had a stroke, he is dead!’
I could not help thinking, “Man Proposes God disposes,” Mr. Rahman was a very good friend of our family!