I forgot that bangalis always ask where your graam (village) is. Isn't that strange? And then I was like, Noakhali and she said she knew someone who was from Noakhali, but lived in Dhaka - and it turned out to be Nasreen (who is also a med student at King's)! And Rukhshana from Strand who did maths - and then we compared uncles we knew (everyone knows them). I say 'we' but really, I was doing most of the enthusing and comparing XD I don't know my phone number, how useful XD so I couldn't give her it, but she gave me hers, and told me that there were more East-London bangalis right here in Madinat Nasr. Of course, I do actually know that - dad met someone he knew from East London here, and so did Baya (or maybe baya met one of our customers? la atadhakkar). But isn't that so cool!!! I hoped we might meet some banglishes at Markaz Fajr, but there aren't really any there, apart from us - they're all Russian or Somalian or American or something...couldn't even discover a Pakistani. Who'd've thought I'd turn out so fond of my
Bangalis!
Okay, new topic.
It's hard waking up early. It is - no matter how early you go to bed, it vitally sucks having to get up early. And today was no exception - I found it even harder than usual to open my eyes. I was awake - my mind always wakes up very quickly, and then engages in talking my body into getting up, too - but I just couldn't open my eyes....or at least...I opened one all the way, and the other one...it was jammed. I'd already lurched out of bed and was on my way to the bathroom (for the mirrror - too dark to see the one in my room) when it struck me that maybe my eyelid was swollen up or something. It was swollen all right - like the swollen-grape eye of Dajjal. Isn't that horrible? And there were bites all over the left side of my face, bright red lumps, and on my neck, and even on my arm. I remembered that I woke up in the middle of the night with an itching finger. Oh merciless mosquito! (what a fine alliteration ^^)
So I went to school with this Dajjal-eye, and everybody carefully didn't comment on it. And then Samiha came in!!!! I was SO EXCITED to see her!!!111 She was in my class in Level 2, and we were CHUMS, and then she went back to France to have her baby and do the ID card thing, and now she's back. She looks ezackly the same (taba'an).
Oh and also today we had our new teacher - turns out to be Samia Saghira (one of the other Samias). She's fun and interesting and I do enjoy her lessons (we had her for a lesson before, about the Russian woman who eats people). Also on blown-up-eye day. I felt horribly rude throughout the lesson when I wouldn't look up when she was talking to me (I couldn't - could only open eye about halfway), and then to look up, I had to crane my neck upwards XD XD That must've been a sight XD
Now that I think about it, many unusual things happened today. With a grapey eye. Sigh. Vanity in the plain! Really. XD
The Markaz are offering qur'an classes for their girlies again. I went to see about them and have my hijab in a twist about it all. XD See, we can all read but we don't know the names of the tajweed rules: they teach those in the 'nursery' level. That would be kind of wasted on us. So I asked if we could do private classes tailored to exactly what we want/need, which they said was cool, but they won't let Abdullah with us. And they also said it was 30LE an hour - only for the three of us (girls). Which kind of doesn't work for us. I can't afford that much for only the three of us, and it also doesn't solve Abdullah's problem which is the most important. It all kind of sucks. I was getting all excited again, too. And it's been nearly 6 months now. Long.
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