Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Letter to Erin 20150702

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hey there, pouty girl!  Please don't be blue, because you're my girl and I love you.  I have to make sure that I can provide for you before I marry you, you know that.  I will marry you inshaAllah.  So instead of being melancholy, give me a big smile and pray that Allah will grant me wealth enough to buy your ring and build your house and give you a stable and happy married life soon.

I woke up a little later than usual this morning at 2 am.  I was busy processing lemongrass for my Mom last evening, and I barely had time to cook my noodles for dinner.  I just paid my bills, so I have few options for the menu right now.  My banana bread turned out as expected, nothing abnormal.  It tastes as you would expect.  Banana + bread = banana bread.  For today's predawn meal, it's fried rice with mushrooms.  It's pretty humble right now, so forgive me if I am unable to make a portion for you, but you are welcome to share my meal anyway.  I love you, and I need you.