Today has been one interesting day; the kind of day which you plan wayy ahead, and turns out completely different from what you so meticulously planned.
I had such plans for today. Very efficiently, I had decided to work only on my project today, and nothing else in the morning, then in the evening I would study for the upcoming test on saturday.
What really happened was, that one: I got up late. Then, I lolled around for half an hour, lazily smsing Sis the Priss. Finally, I got up, made breakfast for mum and then wandered back into the room with a cup of tea, called up sis the priss, and chatted with her for like, 40 mins.
That done, at mum's yells, I finally put down the phone and went to eat breakfast with her. It was already 12.45 now. I had a load of sweeping-the-house to do, and then had to make rice, not to mention, had to wash the dirty breakfast dishes. All should be completed by 3.00 pm. Lots of time , I thought. I started on the dishes.
As I was doing that, my previous say previous maasi turned up, surely in the hope that we would hire her again, now that we were masi-less. SO I had to stay with them, listening to lots of meaningless talk, agreeing with them on a lot of issues, while mum cleared the table etc. Now I couldn't do sweeping in front of them for political reasons, hence I had to wait till 1.45 pm, till they were gone, to start that work.
Now, the scene is such, that I was sweeping, sweeping...making wider arcs with my arm, in the desperate hope to cover more ground...that the phone rang. Mum picked it up. Now I could hear her giving directions to someone to our home.
"Oh no! What now!" was my irritated thought..:( That's real bad i know, but I only felt that since there was so much to be done. No food was ready, we were out of mineral water, the only boiled water we had was one jug, and not even baraf (courtesy our electricity which chose not to appear throughout last night).
So now these guests (here from london on a family wedding) were coming over..in half an hour. I panicked!... Mum was the cool one (as always). She sent me upstairs to get ice and some jugs of water from our landlady. That done, I quickly finished up the remaining jharu jaldi jaldi...:) And after that, tried to make as good a "Limo Pani" as I could..
Er, I had no idea thirteen people would turn up. :) They were a jolly lot. Two mamus, their dad and mum, wives and kids. Cool no? They talked to mum while I frantically tried to fit in thirteen glasses with the LimoPani I had made.. of course it wasn't enough :) I had to make more..
Khair.. then we sat and talked.. Mum showed them the books they have worked on now (Vision series that integrates Islamic and history knowledge into day to day life -- an amazing piece of work if you ask me). All of them were SO interested! My mamus were like "You're doing Curriculum Islamization! That is great! And very much needed here in Pakistan"
I felt sad at that, cuz what he was saying was nothing but the truth.
The kids looked so tired, but as soon as we showed their dads the Vision books, they jumped at them eagerly. Each child grabbed a book and started reading. They had to be prised out of their hands, when their parents got up to leave :):)
I wish our children were also this MUCH into reading. That has to be worked upon! To inculcate the love of reading in a child.
Khair.. I showed them the London pictures :D.. they were much amused Actually asked me "Is that the real Queen?" (at my picture at Madam Tussauds) :D
Now, I am sitting here, listening to the sound of rain.. That was supposed to be my original blg post.. but I have rambled quite a lot about other things that happened today.
Yeah so in the evening, we had a thunderstorm and lightening etc. .. I was strongly reminded of this surah i read only recently: Surah Ra'ad. It says :
[13:12] He is the One who shows you the lightning as a source of fear, as well as hope, and He initiates the loaded clouds.
[13:13] The thunder praises His glory, and so do the angels, out of reverence for Him. He sends the lightning bolts, which strike in accordance with His will. Yet, they argue about GOD, though His power is awesome.
*sigh*. I hope we get enough sense to, actually FEEL His Might in the symbols all around us.. Usually we are so busy dancing in the rain that it doesn't really remind us of Allah and His Glorious Power...