It's a boy!
We have a new addition to our family. Be back blogging soon inshallah.
We got this letter in the mail yesterday and immediately i cracked up laughing. Called DH right away to give him a good laugh. The Marines have got to be desperate because A) my husband is in his mid (and heading to his late) 30's, B) my husband is um, how should we put it, not in Marine shape, and C) his Arabic is about as good as mine...i.e. pracitically nonexistent except for prayers and a few surahs.
They have got to be desperate. Not that my husband wouldn't make a good Marine because I bet he could anything but this is pretty sad that they have to send letters to anyone with a Muslim name assuming they all speak Arabic (his name was on the letter).
What i really like is the last line (if you can't read it, click on the photo and it'll give you a bigger picture).
At least there's always job options for him if he ever gets tired of doing Corporate Finance. He could always go play in the big sandbox with those Rambo types. Now that would be funny. :-)
The other night i had a dream in Urdu. It was weird because I don't know Urdu at all except for a few expressions and miscellaneous words. Certainly not enough to carry on a conversation but in this dream, Urdu was being spoken. What i want to know is if it was actually Urdu or made up. I know we only use about 10% of our brains so is it possible that my unconscious mind knows Urdu? Since it's around so much lately, did some part of my brain learn the language yet i didn't. Or was the Urdu in my dream really not Urdu? It sure sounded like it. Sadly, no one can tell me for sure since i can't remember what was said (in Urdu) although i remember the meaning.
I finally finished reading Madras on Rainy Days. It wasn't as good as i thought. I was really looking forward to reading it and had a hard time finding the book. It wasn't bad. I guess I would really like to see some really good Muslim fiction and haven't found much. I find the Indian novels actually better. The Muslim ones seem to always have characters that are more cultural Muslims. A friend passed on a few new titles to me so I plan on reading them sometime in the future, who knows when, but sometime. I do like a lot of the Indian ones. One of my very favorite Indian novels was The Namesake.
So finally we got our marriage license. Almost 10 months later. So i finally changed my name. I know i didn't need to etc but we wanted my name changed for personal reasons. So today i got a new social security card and license. Both times when i had to sign my new name i signed my old name. I had to redo it a few times and had no idea how to sign my new name even though i've been going by it verbally since we married. But for some reason, when signing a legal document it took on a whole nother meaning and it was a very weird feeling. Like something was lost. I wonder how long it will take to get used to signing the new way and how many times i'll mess up. I do feel like a little chunk of me is no longer there. I never realized how much a name becomes a part of you. BUT i am happy to officially be the Mrs. in Mr. and Mrs. X. :-)
This is one thing i learned to cook this week that i will never ever cook again. I see this all the time in the Indian stores and wondered what it was and why it was so popular so asked mil to make some. Yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck.
It's nickname is bitter melon and even after you squeeze all the juice out it is still bitter as bitter gets. I actually ate a decent amount of it so it wasn't thaaaat bad but i wouldn't make it again. Off to the farmers market again today. Guess what we won't be getting? It reminds me of something my dad made me eat as a kid but i cannot think of what it is.
Have you had it and what else does it taste like?
(a forwarded email)