I’ve been asked recently, quite a few times, about my whereabouts and happenings. What has happened to Ayesha Siddique over the past few weeks?
Not too much, I guess
Two Saturdays back, as was mentioned in the previous post, I had my ruksati wedding party with my one and only SaqibSaab. Sunday we made a few rounds with different relatives, and Monday his parents left back to Illinois. We didn’t leave Michigan until Tuesday.
I was sad to leave my family, but hopeful because I knew I’d see all of my favorite people again at the end of the week, at my walima reception. In the mean time, I adjusted to my new life in Illinois by unpacking loads of boxes filled with all the wrong things. I learned something this week– I am the worst packer in the world. I showed up at Saqib’s house with boxes of formal shoes and formal shalwar kameez. So when I had to go to Target, all I could wear was a bareeze outfit with stillettos. Fail.
Fortunately on Saturday, when my family came to Saqib’s house for a small BBQ, they brought my “regular” clothes. I guess with those now tucked away, life is now “regular.”
Yesterday we went to the park with one of Saqib’s cousin’s daughter, who is unbelievably both adorable and well mannered; a very rare combination indeed. She’s been here with her mom and little brother since this past week. And she’ll be here in Illinois until the end of this week.
As for my plans for the end of the week, I’m still trying to adjust to a new life. I have a new job lined up for myself in the Fall teaching Algebra 1 and Geometry at a local Islamic School, so I’ve been running around trying to get organized for that– but only just a bit. I’m trying to focus more on relaxing (for once), having fun, and spending time with new family and friends.
Now before any of my readers in Michigan become fumed that I haven’t mentioned how sad I am to leave, I must add sometimes when I have a moment to myself, I’ll think about my house, my room, my friends, my parents, and my Fati, I get a tear in my eye and I whimper because I miss them all too much It is hard living without the same comforts you’ve had for the past 22 years.
Before I start crying, I’m going to finish up this short recap of the past two weeks of my life. I’ll finish catching up another time. I hope this much will suffice.