So I’m home again in Dubai, 32 weeks pregnant and horribly sick- I’ve spent the last four days more asleep than awake, if you can count passing out punctuated by coughing myself silly as sleeping.  Today I get to see an ENT finally, Alhamdulillah.  We’re getting ready to pack the kids into the car and make a family trip to the hospital.  In the background, onions are frying.  Tonight, HF is making biryani. 🙂

A few days ago we sat down and watched an adorable anime called Summer Wars, which has a nice, non-violent, non-romantic story line that the kids enjoyed.  There was only one problem though- Obacha dies.  The old grandmother, who is the matriarch of the extended family, passes away in her sleep and animourning ensues.  And of course, Iman fixates on this, and a full two days after having watched the cartoon, she pipes up at dinner:

“Momma, what happened to the gwamma?”

-pause-

(HF looks at me expectantly)

“The grandma died and InshaAllah she went to Jannah.  Do you remember the story about Jannah?  Jannah is the most beautiful place ever, with castles and lovely clothes and yummy food!”

“Werizit?”

“With Allah!  Allah is up!”

“Up onna house?”

“No, higher than that.  Up past the sky.”

“Up inna stars?”

“Even higher than the stars.”

Khalid swallows his rice and says, “Moon.”

“Very good Khalid!  But Allah is past the moon too.  He’s higher than that.  And that’s where Jannah is.”

“Angel.”

-HF and I are collectively flabbergasted-

“Yes, the angels are in Jannah…”

“Angel fell down.”

*blinkblink*

“Shaitan wasn’t an angel, but he fell down to earth. You’re right.”

“Angels onna earth.  Angel is there.  Jumping.”

We turn and look towards the front door, where Khalid is gesturing.

“If you say so sweetie.”

The End. 🙂