one of those things...

My dim sum date was nothing less than great. As always a date out with the girls never fail to lift my spirits and make me laugh and sometimes cry. This time around we shared some nice stories too. Z shared her grief over the passing of a loved one, R had loads to share with her parliament stories, Fr and her home issues and me and my il nighmare..

But among others, the one about F and her dilemma has to take the cake..about how hubby dearest is now at that new-found spiritual stage - where he would like the wife to don the scarf. Yes, the tudung…Hmm, I remember my personal experience with that very,very well. To say the entire episode was tough is truly an understatement! I went through many days of anger and resentment. I knew I was headed that way – covering my head that is– eventually - but I had always thought it would be in my own time. And not because my husbands tells me so. I hated him for going through what I termed as a spiritual phase and I resented him for making me feel like I was this terrible Muslim. Now, some 3 years on, I no longer resent him and I certainly have no anger towards. I do however, have a long way to go still. Half the time I don’t think I am doing things right. My first born, who happens to go to a religious boarding school reminds me from time to time…and I must admit feeling rather embarrassed by that. However, I now feel a deeper sense of spiritual belief..I feel a lot more at peace and I honestly feel I can ‘talk’ to God, not that I could not before but I don’t know lah how to explain it….! Anyway, I hope slowly others aspects of my religion and all of its other obligations will all fall into place in my life.

So to F, I know that feeling, dreading to finally ‘do it’ but believe me, one day it will all feel so natural that you would almost feel naked leaving home without your head covered. And trust me, our hubbies are only doing what they actually should do anyway, and frankly maybe it’s really a favor because we girls don’t seem to be able to ‘get it’ on our own..ha ha....and after all we are not in our 20’s no more – Good Lord we’re old…! So it’s not easy to change us ‘ole goats kan..thank goodness we have fairly patient husbands…! Anyways F, remember to call me when you make a visit to Munawarah and we make it a girl’s day out alrite..!