Beep… beep… beep…

Last night I gave my mum a call – it had been 3 days since I spoke to her and when I had spoken to her 3 days ago it was really loud where she was (she was at a wedding).Anyway; she is chatting and telling me about great the wedding was; how the man that got married got married to a non-Arab and that his sister had had a proposal but that her parents had declined the proposal on grounds that the man didn’t come from an Arabic family – gee; I think that may have been a dig at me??? Especially the part when she was like “and masha-Allah this girl is such a good girl! Listening and respecting her parents wishes” (yeah, yeah – bite me! all I heard was ‘blah, blah, blah’ while I visit my ‘happy place’).

Anyway so towards the end of the ‘conversation’ (I say it in inverted
comma’s as I have come to a decision that since my mum doesn’t really want to hear about what’s going on in my life – since most of it involves Mr A that I just won’t tell her what’s going on with me; this also means that my internal call time has decreased and also makes mum feel important as all I am doing is listening to her and then getting off the phone) I tell her that I will call her in a few days insha-Allah and that Mr A sends his salam to her (as he was right next to me and told me to send his salam to her – a thing he asks I do with each conversation I have with mum):

Me: Ok mum; I’m going to go now but I will try and call on Friday night – Mr A sends his salam to you.

Mum: I love you… everyone here sends their salam to you – do you want me to tell them anything?

Me (I have to admit that I should not have been baited by her tone but I am seriously getting tired of the denial she is insisting in relation to Mr A; so I say the following;): Yes mum; because you raised me to be polite to those who send their salam, please do pass on my salam to aunty and uncle and to the family you speak to – shall I send your returned salam to Mr A?

Mum: ok – I tell them you send your salam when I get off the phone. I love you ok?

At this point, Mr A is a little upset and has asked me to ask my mum when she is going to give him a chance? That he is a decent person; a Muslim and would just like her to give him a chance. All this is said to me while I am on the phone to my mum – I’m pretty sure that my mum would have heard him -

Me: mum; I love you too – but this isn’t what we’re talking about – when are you going to give Mr A a chance? he is a good Muslim man; you can’t think I am going to ‘change my mind’ when I have gotten to this point – you need to accept this; I’m going to have children with this man – when are you going to accept this?

Mum: I love you *dial tone*

She hung up on me!

This is the first time my mum has hung up on me.

Today is Friday and I am beyond ANY urge to call her.

In fact I think I am beyond any urge to contact her in the foreseeable week at all.

I am BEYOND all of her antics.

*NOTE: The funny thing about it all is that Mr A will be the one who tells me that i should call her; that i should make sure she’s ok! After she hung up on me on thursday night I personally wanted to just switch my phone off and be done with it; it’s Mr A who told me to keep my phone nearby as he thought my mum would call me back as soon as she calmed down. And so I did keep my phone nearby… she didn’t call!

~ by daysofarabianlives on October 9, 2009.