Dadi gave me the number of the aunty that makes the pie doughs and told me to call her as soon as possible because she gets very busy and stops taking orders once she’s got enough….
Me:”but dadi I’ve already made the dough…what am I going to do with it?”
Dadi:”I’ll roll out this one beti….but the rest you’ll buy…and dada and I don’t really worry for pies in ramadaan, we mostly eat our rice and curies or rotis so just buy enough for you and ismail and the kids”
I sat trying to figure out how many to buy…I’m not used to buying stuff….I usually make everything myself….
I picked up the phone and dialled the auntys number…dadi said her name was khudeja…
Quite an elderly lady picked up the phone…
Me:”assalamu alaykum….err..who am I speaking to?”
Aunty:”its khudeja ma, who’s speaking?”
Me:”aunty khudeja, my name is faaiza, my dadi gave me your number, she says you sell pastry?err…how does it work?do you have ready to buy?or do we need to place an order.?”
Aunty K:”who’s your dadi ma?where you live?”
Strange..the womans more interested in who I am, rather than making business…I explained to her who my grandparents were…..
Aunty K:”aaaawwwww……you are married to that hajus son….what his name again?err…”
Aunty K:”hmmm….shaaaame how you feeling now ma?”
Huh?what did she mean?
Me:”err…shukr…I’m well alhamdulillah….”
Aunty k:”ya your mother in law was telling me…tsk tsk tsk…..shame ma…..you on medication now or something?”
my mother in law? Maybe she’s talking about when I miscarried….
Me:”no no, shukr I didn’t need to take any…..alhamdulillah I’ve recovered well….and because I’m still expecting, I can’t really take much medication…”
Aunty K:”awww….(Shocked)…you expecting?”
So what was this woman on about? Obviously if my mother in law told her about the miscarriage, she must have told her that the twin survived…..
Me:”err..jee…didn’t my mother in law tell you?shukr I’m 6 months already…that’s why I needed to order the pastry….”
Aunty k:”shame ma….but it won’t affect the baby? You know? Your condition?”
Me:”maaf aunty khudeja….what condition are you actually talking about?”
By now I was getting absolutely annoyed….I don’t know this woman from a damn bar of soap and here she is telling me all about myself and some condiion….can’t I just order the freaking pie dough and get it over and done with?
What is it about indians that we need to make a connection with every person and talk your whole history before actually getting to the point?
That’s why I hate visiting anyone or calling anyone, its always panchaat..unnecessary conversation or talking about what happened to this one and what happened to that one…
Aunty K:”shame..I know it must be hard for you to accept also ne ma?”
Me:”aunty khudeja maaf but I have no idea what you’re talking about…”
Aunty k:”you know your mother in law and sister in law buy all their things from me, I cook for haju every day…shame, its hard for her you know, no-one to help her or look after her….”
No-one to look after her?her stupid sister and daughter live with her, why can’t they look after her….?but I just kept quiet….
So this is how they were coping without me, they were buying food everyday?haha…..I knew they’ll never survive…but honestly, its not my business to know all of this and I really don’t care….all I want to know is what this woman was told…what condition do I have?
Me:”aunty khudeja…..what condition did they say I have?I honestly have no condition…”
Aunty K:”ya ma, they say it was very hard for you to lose both your parents ne ma?and then shame you became a little…err…..what you call it?she said some word…bi something…I don’t remember properly..you know old age…(Giggle)”
Me:”maaf aunt K…I lost my parent many years ago and alhamdulillah I’ve coped very well…..(Shocked)…oh my word….they think I’m crazy?”
Aunty K:”don’t worry ma, if ever you need anything, we are here for you…..Allah is there”
I was angry…a mix of emotions….what damn rumours were these rubbish’s spreading about me……
I just cut the call….I didn’t bother ordering the stupid pie dough or anything from this woman for that matter…
Why? What are they getting out of telling everyone that I’m crazy? What have I ever done to make them think that?
Maybe I am crazy..definitely I am, to have lived with them all these years and to have been so good to them….
Freak….the woman meant bipolar….I am anything but bipolar…if there’s anyone that’s bipolar, it would be them……and their damn son…..and its all their fault….
I just went up to my room and cried my heart out…
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