Marya791
may 2
With 4 bags in each persons hand we walked into the mosque about to celebrate Mother’s Day. Or was that the case? After the Quran recitation, the Hadith, and the pledge were finished one of the girls asked what all the food and special place mats were for. I said, “Mother’s Day!” and just as I said “Day” I got a big slap across the head. My mom said, “Mother’s Tea! Tea!!!” I just looked at her in confusion and said, “Why isn’t this mother’s day?” She said, “I don’t know I just work here” as in it was the decision of the real Nasirat teacher to not mention mother’s day to the girls. I’m still not sure of the exact reason but I think doing this a week before Mother’s Day was for a reason. Maybe because these girls should appreciate their mothers all the time, not just on special days where they are obligated to treat their mothers better. After we finished the beginning of class we started picking food stations and getting everything ready for the parents even though none of them were going to show up. At least there was another group there from a different location so we would just give it to them if none of our mothers showed up. One grandma even showed up but the Nasirat did not. It makes no sense but I guess that’s the way things work sometimes. I got the sandwich making station and of course they gave me the worst kid. I’m sorry but she is such a brat. About two months ago I accidentally threw her stupid plastic $1 ball on top of the ledge about 15 feet up. Ever since then every time I see her: “You still owe me the ball……..” It’s completely ridiculous. It was an accident. Obviously I’m not getting it for you so why do you keep trying? This time was so great because I told her to ask my mom about it so she actually did. My mom’s response was, “What’s really amazing is that you haven’t forgotten about it and you’re still asking for it, that’s what’s really amazing.” I just stared at my sandwich trying to hold in my laughter. My mom is awesome. It was so great that this girl was telling on me and my mom was on my side. We made a million tuna sandwiches, chips and amazing cheese, guacamole, bean, and salsa dip (all in one), pound cake with whip cream and strawberries, and tea. The mothers who actually came and the group from Laurel enjoyed it. Of course the teachers and girls who helped make the food got some too. Despite all of our nasty hands touching everything and all the layers of the dip getting mixed together, the food wasn’t that bad. Sometimes being a teacher and driving 45 minutes to the mosque every single Sunday has its perks. I even got a dollar for licking the whip cream off of my friend’s sleeve. It was a pretty productive day.
may 2
With 4 bags in each persons hand we walked into the mosque about to celebrate Mother’s Day. Or was that the case? After the Quran recitation, the Hadith, and the pledge were finished one of the girls asked what all the food and special place mats were for. I said, “Mother’s Day!” and just as I said “Day” I got a big slap across the head. My mom said, “Mother’s Tea! Tea!!!” I just looked at her in confusion and said, “Why isn’t this mother’s day?” She said, “I don’t know I just work here” as in it was the decision of the real Nasirat teacher to not mention mother’s day to the girls. I’m still not sure of the exact reason but I think doing this a week before Mother’s Day was for a reason. Maybe because these girls should appreciate their mothers all the time, not just on special days where they are obligated to treat their mothers better. After we finished the beginning of class we started picking food stations and getting everything ready for the parents even though none of them were going to show up. At least there was another group there from a different location so we would just give it to them if none of our mothers showed up. One grandma even showed up but the Nasirat did not. It makes no sense but I guess that’s the way things work sometimes. I got the sandwich making station and of course they gave me the worst kid. I’m sorry but she is such a brat. About two months ago I accidentally threw her stupid plastic $1 ball on top of the ledge about 15 feet up. Ever since then every time I see her: “You still owe me the ball……..” It’s completely ridiculous. It was an accident. Obviously I’m not getting it for you so why do you keep trying? This time was so great because I told her to ask my mom about it so she actually did. My mom’s response was, “What’s really amazing is that you haven’t forgotten about it and you’re still asking for it, that’s what’s really amazing.” I just stared at my sandwich trying to hold in my laughter. My mom is awesome. It was so great that this girl was telling on me and my mom was on my side. We made a million tuna sandwiches, chips and amazing cheese, guacamole, bean, and salsa dip (all in one), pound cake with whip cream and strawberries, and tea. The mothers who actually came and the group from Laurel enjoyed it. Of course the teachers and girls who helped make the food got some too. Despite all of our nasty hands touching everything and all the layers of the dip getting mixed together, the food wasn’t that bad. Sometimes being a teacher and driving 45 minutes to the mosque every single Sunday has its perks. I even got a dollar for licking the whip cream off of my friend’s sleeve. It was a pretty productive day.