As it was the first day of Spring break, the weather was delightful and lent itself to lots of fun. I woke up and went to catch up with some high school friends, came home, went to an afternoon dawath, came home, took a wonderful nap and then had an amazing evening with family.
It was the later half of the day that was the real fun part; the evening. The Raufs came over and it felt like the good old days. The days when Iesa was a toddler calling computers tabunatchi, Ibrahim was brand new and maghrur haseen, and Saira appi and Najam bhai hadn’t moved away to Philadelphia, then to Germany then to Saudi Arabia. It felt like one of those old Saturday nights when abbu’d fire up the grill, and we’d shoot the breeze on the deck.
