And Life

Assalam u alaikum,

*Ameer grins widely.*

Alhamdulillah everything is going well. Contrary to my expectations, I did well on the test, alhamdullillah. My teacher was happy with me. Ustadh Ibrahim was very tired today, however. Poor man, he lives more than an hour away from Markaz Al-Diwan. He gets there at eight in the morning and teaches till eight at night, six days a week. And he's always an amazing teacher, even when you can tell he has a pounding headache.

I have to say, doing well on the test gave me a little boost of confidence. I'm not trying to prideful or anything, but to me it was a sign that not everything is bouncing off my skull. Talking to people in Arabic doesn't seem so much like an exercise in futility.

The muwadhaf (worker) at Tomatoes has struck up a really good relationship with me now. He's always helping me with my homework, talking to me in Arabic, even though it's difficult for him to speak in fus'ha (standard Arabic, proper Arabic) instead of ammiyya (slang).

By the way, Murtada bhai if you are reading this Mustafa Al-Khadar (I think that's his name) sends his salaamz to you and says, "Anna uhubuka fi Allah."

Ammo Ramly, one of our good friends and teachers who used to live in Edmonton, couldn't come to visit us today. His son got sick and he couldn't come. Insha'allaah he will come on Friday.

OH I am so much looking forward to playing soccer on Friday. As Abdullah would say, " Insha'allah, insha'allah, insha'allah, insha'allah, insha'allahinsha'allah, insha'allahinsha'allahinsha'allah,insha'allah,insha'allah,insha'allahinsha'allahinsha'allahinsha'allahinsha'allah,insha'allah,insha'allahinsha'allahinsha'allahinsha'allah."
insha'allah."

Okay that's enough.

Insha'allah we are going to the bookstores on Shari' Azhar to get a grammar book and dictionary on Jumma insha'allah.

By the way I have a cellphone now. Someone please make a feeble attempt to call me.

Ma'asalam,

~Ameer