Sentimental Value

When the year begins to near its end and you reach October I think its the right time to start evaluating the previous days that have passed to try to make amends before the year finishes.

Here are some highlights from my 3id:

Everyone who knows me well enough knows that I own a ring that I always wear. It originally belonged to my mother and was the first gift from my dad when they were living in the states straight after they were married. So, we're talking 1981 here. Y3ni 27 years. It's actually made of 2 yellow gold rings with a very delicate row of diamonds. Its very very very dear to me. Out of a special request from my uncle, dad also got a similar one for my uncles wife who also gave hers to my closest cousin on dad's side and she also wears it all the time. So theres a lot of history here!

On the first day of 3id, I noticed its was missing while washing my hands after lunch. I started looking everywhere, everyone in my family started looking for it. I think this is the first 3id that the men dont fall asleep after lunch while watching TV, because they were all up and about looking. They kept telling me akeed u didnt wear it in the first place. But i distinctly remember that i had it on while i put hand cream in the car. I even checked the rubbish bin, i turned it inside out, my cousin checked after me. Mako. I turned my bag inside out. Mako. I was sure I had lost it in the big 9ala while I was giving the kids their 3idiya. We looked under the coaches, between the cushions. Mako. We even looked through the babies clothes yimkin mit3alig while I was carrying them or something. Mako. Everywhere. Mako. My dad went out to look in the car all the while he had that disapproving look on his face & the wait-until-ur-mother-hears-about-this-look. He didnt find it. I finally gave up and sat with my family. Every few minutes my grandfather would ask me the same question
"Dawartay ib jan6itich"
"E yadi, akthar min mara"
Every few minutes someone kept saying "DR shaklich intay mo labsa ilkhatam ilyom"
I quietly sat in all my misery. Until I remembered something. I had taken lots of pictures all day, maybe in one of the pics it shows if i was wearing it or not. So I looked through my photos one after the other and surely enough there it was, the proof. I zoomed into the only one picture with me holding baby 7amoud and my beloved ring was right there on my index finger.

My heart sank. This was way after the 3idiya distribution. This was right before lunch. They had already checked the sefra and it wasnt there. I got up and went to look, I caught a glimpse of my face in the hallway mirror and I had on "That Face" my Sad Sam face, believe me when I say this, you don't want to see that face because you would give me anything you own to make me feel better.

I focused and started to read every 9ora bil Quraan that I knew. Mako. I tipped the bin over for the third time, one piece of tissue was stuck inside and I gently shook the bin and there it was, a little tinkle. The tinkle of metal. I looked closely inside. And there were my precious rings ;> How we missed them the first 2 times I don't know. I don't care. How it got there I also dont care. All I care is I have whats mine again.

I ran out to the 9ala and started screaming "Ligaita! Ligaita!". I washed it and put it on where it belonged on the index finger of my left hand. My grandmother, aunts and cousins asked me to show them the ring everyone was searching high and low for. When I showed them:
My grandma: Hatha waaayid zgeeer!
My cousin: E now 3araft ay khatam.
My uncles wife: Eeee ya7laaaaaila sij na3im....sij shogul bara.
And so on.....
?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

HELLO???!?
Does anyone understand the concept of SENTIMENTAL VALUE?!
S E N T I M E N T A L !!
V A L U E !!
My moms first diamond ring from my dad when she was 19 or 20 !!
Anyways....I think I've got it out my system now.

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On Wednesday Lettre D'Amour was great, the weather wa amazing that day and we had dessert at Don Mario's. The wind was blowing and the waves were splashing like crazy and cool droplets of water kept spraying on us from those cooling things and it felt like such a nice change from all the heat.

Thursday morning I took my car to the wkala all by myself. Thats a big deal for me. I'm doing too many grown up things lately. This must stop. My dad has done more than enough for me and he's busy enough as it is, so I think I should get me one of those things they call 'husbands' to do my errands for me. Seriously. That's all men are good for. I have less than 4 male readers so I'm not worried about offending anyone. I think 4 is pushing it. This is a girlie blog and I know it. Anyways, they gave me a replacement car but I'm too afraid to drive it cuz I'm afraid I'm going to crash in it. I know I know, I should be on the highway checking out what this baby can do. But after the papers they made me sign, taking a copy of my Visa o the routine check up showing me every scratch on the polish and counting them. No thanks. Yes, I'm a wus.

That same day I went to Entercote AlFanar for lunch the next day and it wasnt as good as usual. I think it will be my last time there, I will be going to Bidi3 from now on, do you hear that Miyafushi?

Today I had a late lunch at Maki Salmiya and it was as scrumptious as ever.


And that was my 3id.
Sorry for the long post u guys ;*

Heres to those little material things that serve as symbols of endless love and a remembrance of our loved ones.







*October picture from the book I'm reading "A Year in High Heels" By Camilla Morton.