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From mum’s point of view:
Aysha’s eye’s fluttered open to the see the room glowing softly as light streamed in through the gaps in the curtain. Her eyes automatically went to the wall clock as it went just past 9:00am. Time to wake up.
She heard the quick patter of footsteps in the hallway outside the room and the uncontrollable giggling that was coming closer to her door. Her door flew open and two sets of feet walk up to her bed. Through half-open eyelids she saw the two figures reach out to poke and tap her mercilessly.
“Nanu! Nanu! Wake up wake up! You have to take us downstairs and give us breakfast and turn the T.V on” said the older one.
“Ye nanu, wait ‘p wait ‘p. You hab tu gib me toost!” said the smaller one.
Withe the aid of her grand-kids she stumbled out of the room and into the dark hallway. All the bedroom doors were closed which meant that everyone else were still in bed. The kids lead her downstairs and she somehow managed to find buttons on the remote and turn on the T.V. After surrendering the remote to the older of the two kids she quickly went to the toilet.
Aysha stepped out of the toilet with a clearer head and vision. Her day had begun. She gave the children chocolate on toast and after they ate and she cleared away the dishes she sat down with her Qur’an and read. Time passed quickly and it was 11:30am when her 22 year old son came downstairs and asked her “Mum, what are we having for iftaar?” to which she replied “I don’t know yet. Why?”
“Me and the other men want to break our fast at the mosque today and we’re planning on staying overnight to have suhur as well. So we’ll be leaving today at 7:00pm and come home at 5:00am. So mum, can you make iftaar earlier today so we can pack some and leave?”
Just then her daughter came down and asked if her kids had eaten breakfast and if they were behaving. But Aysha was already lost in thought and ignoring her questions, instead asked her “What should we have for iftaar today?” After explaining to her what the men in the house were planning her daughter suggested couscous and chick-pea baji, samosa, mini bread buns, pakura and lots of fruit.
Not long after the rest of the people in the house came down and discussed their plans and what was going to be made for iftaar. Aysha instructed her daughter to make iftaar whilst she cooked other dishes for suhur. And so the rest of the day was a buzz of activity as the kitchen had two cooks trying to get their dishes prepared first and then it was lunch time so the kids needed feeding. Then Aysha’s husband stepped in to cook. Which meant one cook needed to leave the premises which only further delayed the dishes for iftaar.
But once it hit 6:00pm the dishes were ready and the boys were busy getting dressed. Aysha’s knows what her boys are like so she took out food containers specific to each individual. So when the men were leaving the house she handed them their own bags, even though the food inside were all the same and she waved them out of the house.
It was the quietest iftaar we have had this year and the most relaxed. I came home from work to see everything already prepared. Mum saw me and automatically went to lie down in the living room, which meant she wanted me to plate up and set the table.
It was just us women, apart from my young nephew and it was good to eat knowing everyone at the table were content with their food.