16. Grandma’s are the best!

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Dedicated to awesums for all the likes and to veryberry2 because this one has been edited. My editor is in a good mood today. It’s holidays!

“Assalaamu Alaykum mummy. Happy to be back home after 3 days in hospital?” I asked walking over to give her a kiss. “Wa Alaykum Salaam doll, can you please bring that jug of water and pour it for me so that I can make wudhu?” mummy asked. Mummy never failed to amaze me. Mummy made sure that even through her fall and all the pain, she did not miss a single Salaah. For the Salaah in hospital where she had no one to help her make wudhu, she made sure she made tayyamum and still read her Salaah.

On completing her wudhu mummy recited the dua to be read after wudhu and asked me to pour the left over water into a cup for her to drink. “Why don’t I bring you cold water from the fridge?” I asked. Mummy said “No, I’m not asking for the water because I’m thirsty but I want that water – the leftover water from the jug that I used to make wudhu. It is sunnah to drink the water left over after making wudhu. This water has Shifaa and just like Zam-Zam water it can be drank standing.”

After both of us completed our Salaah, I told mummy about my decision. “I’m starting to wear abaya full-time. I want to get used to it first and then I’ll try niqaab.” “I’ll make dua Allah makes it easy for you. Now go see Nani is here. Please help her with everything.” “Jee Mummy,” I said, my face lighting up.

Nani was here so everything would be okay. At least there would be someone to look after Daddy and Khalid. With Mummy out of action, we were surviving on mostly takeaway. I’d be glad if I didn’t have to look at another packet of 2 minute noodles (the extent of my culinary skills) in my life too. Also, just yesterday I burnt Daddy’s favourite shirt when he asked me to iron it. The guilt over that was still lingering. I think that was a sign that I was not cut out for domestic work.

I walked into the kitchen and was assailed with the delicious smells of cinnamon, vanilla and chocolate. I breathed in deeply and found Khalid wolfing down cookie after cookie. I greeted Nani, hoisted myself up onto the counter next to Khalid and grabbed the plate of cookies. He grabbed it back. I pulled it from him when his attention wavered and it resulted in us wrestling right there in the kitchen.

Suddenly, a rolling-pin was thrust between us forcing us apart. After a good 10 minutes of shouting and bayaans from Nani, she just shook her head and said, “The way you kids behave, you’d think y’all had nothing to eat for days.”

Khalid replied, “Exactly, We’ve had no decent chows recently. Everyone thinks Khawla knows how to cook but we’ve been living on butter bread because we can’t even trust her not to burn noodles.”

And so it began…



Just aspiring to inspire through the pen, or should I say, keyboard. May Allah Ta’ala accept my efforts and make it a source of Hidayah for the Ummah.

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