So MashaAllah, Musfira is getting taller, cheekier, and slightly wiser every day. She has taken to gently correcting me and educating me throughout my day, sharing the wisdom of her many years – all three and a half of them – and the result is so adorably awesome that I almost hate disagreeing with her.
We went grocery shopping the other day, Musfira shared this timeless gardening tip:
Musfira: Momma, did you know, when the matoes are gween that means they not wipe.
Momma: That’s right, very good!
Musfira: And whena cucumbuzz ah owange, that means they cawwots.
And while standing for prayer, Musfira turned my prayer rug to a different qibla.
Musfira: Here Momma, this izza wight way.
Me: Sweetheart, qibla is this way.
Musfira: You need to pway to the sofa, Momma.
Me: We actually pray toward the Ka’ba dear, in Makkah?
Musfira: Do we? Hmm!
She’s shared lots of wisdom, but half I’ve forgotten and the half has been unprintable as it is usually shared on the toilet, and is usually shared in relation to her bottom. (Apparently your bottom is a pretty funny place when you’re three and a half.)
That’s it for now, I’ve been taking anti-inflammatory meds for my arthritis for three months now, and have been feeling much better overall. I’ll try to update more often, InshaAllah. 🙂