Assalamualaikum
This post is to be recorded as the night before my thesis defense presentation and viva. Am I scared? *goofy grin*.
Am I worried? *another goofy grin*.
That's like asking 'Am I a human?' :)
The day was spent in a pretty normal fashion. The morning was beautiful. Staying up after Fajr has so many benefits I can't tell you. *another goofy grin*.
A strange incident happened today. *forgets about the goofy grin*.
The bell rang. Mum was out, so I was home alone, but with maasi. So me and maasi were chatting [we do that a lot]. The bell rang. I got up, and said 'kaauunnn? (whose there?)' on the intercom.
Man: Letter lay lain, please baher aayiyay. [Take your letter. Please come outside].
Now, I should have been alert on the second part of his sentence (because no postman ever says 'please come outside'), but I sauntered off. Went to the door. Opened it. :S
A large man was standing there, he gave me this newsletter and fished out an ID from his pocket, conveniently doing all that in the gap between the door and the outside pavement, so that effectively, I was unable to slam the door on his face [because his hand and the newsletter would be in the way]. So startled was I that I could (for a few miliseconds) unable to comprehend what was in my hand. And he started babbling off! That he represents an organization which works with crippled children. And he wants me to see his ID, and the newsletter. And he shoved this register at me, and told me to write down my Dad's name. I (oh why am I this stupid?) wrote down my Dad's first name (thank God I had the sense not to put down the full name), and he told me to write 'sadqah' next, and in the third column, there were prices.
Uff, I came to my senses, then and told him that I can't pay him any money without my Dad's permission. Was he going to listen? I was petrified (I'm somebody who can be easily intimidated with a loud voice, and a big bod surface area). But I kept repeating (in a more scared voice than ever) that I still can't pay him like that and I'd just consult his website and pay online.
After insisting that one doesn't need to ask permission before praying salah, do we, and all sorts of babble, he finally said, okay ma'am. And turned away. I slammed the door shut and ran back into the house (heart pounding) and told my maasi everything.
Only to be scolded by her soundly for being stupid enough to open the door without peeking who it was first!!
:(
What a lovely thing it is to be gifted with a brain which can discern at once who is to be trusted and who shouldn't.
Anyway, the rest of the day passed by in a haze. Apart from the scary incident, no amount of reprimands and scoldings could destroy today :D.
*another goofy grin*
I wonder if everybody acts this goofy when they're about to have their freedom the next day..?
:D
This post is to be recorded as the night before my thesis defense presentation and viva. Am I scared? *goofy grin*.
Am I worried? *another goofy grin*.
That's like asking 'Am I a human?' :)
The day was spent in a pretty normal fashion. The morning was beautiful. Staying up after Fajr has so many benefits I can't tell you. *another goofy grin*.
A strange incident happened today. *forgets about the goofy grin*.
The bell rang. Mum was out, so I was home alone, but with maasi. So me and maasi were chatting [we do that a lot]. The bell rang. I got up, and said 'kaauunnn? (whose there?)' on the intercom.
Man: Letter lay lain, please baher aayiyay. [Take your letter. Please come outside].
Now, I should have been alert on the second part of his sentence (because no postman ever says 'please come outside'), but I sauntered off. Went to the door. Opened it. :S
A large man was standing there, he gave me this newsletter and fished out an ID from his pocket, conveniently doing all that in the gap between the door and the outside pavement, so that effectively, I was unable to slam the door on his face [because his hand and the newsletter would be in the way]. So startled was I that I could (for a few miliseconds) unable to comprehend what was in my hand. And he started babbling off! That he represents an organization which works with crippled children. And he wants me to see his ID, and the newsletter. And he shoved this register at me, and told me to write down my Dad's name. I (oh why am I this stupid?) wrote down my Dad's first name (thank God I had the sense not to put down the full name), and he told me to write 'sadqah' next, and in the third column, there were prices.
Uff, I came to my senses, then and told him that I can't pay him any money without my Dad's permission. Was he going to listen? I was petrified (I'm somebody who can be easily intimidated with a loud voice, and a big bod surface area). But I kept repeating (in a more scared voice than ever) that I still can't pay him like that and I'd just consult his website and pay online.
After insisting that one doesn't need to ask permission before praying salah, do we, and all sorts of babble, he finally said, okay ma'am. And turned away. I slammed the door shut and ran back into the house (heart pounding) and told my maasi everything.
Only to be scolded by her soundly for being stupid enough to open the door without peeking who it was first!!
:(
What a lovely thing it is to be gifted with a brain which can discern at once who is to be trusted and who shouldn't.
Anyway, the rest of the day passed by in a haze. Apart from the scary incident, no amount of reprimands and scoldings could destroy today :D.
*another goofy grin*
I wonder if everybody acts this goofy when they're about to have their freedom the next day..?
:D
2 comments:
U had alot of presence of mind.. i completely lack this trait!!
hope it went well!!!
@Glow
Uff you could have seen the daant I got. And yes it did :D:D:D Alhamdulillah!!
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