As it is the month of Milad, (a celebration of the month of the Prophet’s PBUH birth) any free time has been taken up by the Milad get togethers. I had the foresight to leave the Christmas lights on for Eid Milad un Nabi.
The Milad standards have been so high this year: For each Milad, one had to have a new suit, fortunately I managed to wear the Abayaa to a couple and managed to save on a few suits that way. The best Milad food was at Auntie Razia’s, all home cooked, dhai bhale and chicken pakoras for starters, pilau rice and a chicken and a meat masala dish, finished off with zarda, halwa, cake and fresh fruit. Auntie Razia or Razor as my husband refers to her as was as sharp as ever, introducing 2 new ladies to the Milad Naat circuit, with everyone commending their beautiful voices. Auntie Razia has become the local equivalent of Simon Cowell for discovering Naat talent. Anyone who wants to be someone on the Naat circuit has to be put through the paces by Auntie Razia.
With 9 Milads attended, that’s an average of 2 a week, and having prayed a Sipara a Milad and many additional Yasin Shareef’s prayed as well, I’ve personally prayed almost a third of the Holy Quran Shareef and between us we’ve managed to pray the Holy Quran Shareef 9 times at least. The only other time we pray in such a concentrated fashion is Ramadhan, but during the Milad when you’re not fasting one can pray so much more and it’s so much more enjoyable praying as a group.
Ammi Ji is in her element during the Milad season which now lasts a few weeks longer than just the month of Rabbi-ul-Awwal alone, so much so that the fact she has not heard from Imran has almost slipped her mind. Luckily no one has really asked her about Imran. After years of Aunties offering their daughters as potential daughters in law to Ammi Ji, they have now got the message. Ammi Ji still acts like she is looking for a girl for Imran but the offers have certainly thinned out.
I bumped into Imran’s friend’s sister at 3 of the Milads but did not think it appropriate to mention the disappearance of Imran on such an occasion. I did not want to set the tongues wagging just in case, it would be like lighting a firework, and Ammi Ji would have a heart attack on the spot if word got out now – oh the shame of it would almost kill her. So we have agreed to meet up for a coffee soon. I’ll broach the topic with her then. There is a time and place for everything.
VIS seems not to care a jot, though I have my suspicions that she might even know where Imran is as her nonchalance over the matter can only be described as callous at worst or giving him space as she knows where he is, at best. I know she’s busy reporting from around the world but jet setting to countries around the world and meeting renowned figures is more enjoyment than hard work!!! She certainly needs to have more of an involvement in local and family matters rather than leave me to pick up all the pieces everytime. I think I will tell her so directly next time we meet which will be the Milad at Ammi Ji’s next week.