By Mumtaz Saley-Moosa
05:04:2022

I didn’t go back to sleep after suhoor, but decided to enjoy the quiet to be as everyone went back to sleep. I wished that I could take a walk to the masjid and spend time there. But Ayshoo, Shaytaan’s keeper, really thinks someone will rob the old man who has a torn slipper.

As I looked down, there were stars and hearts cut into the hem of my pants! What sorcery is this?! I think to myself. Who on earth could be stealing my peace from me at this time? Like, why do my pants have these funny shapes?

My peace and tranquillity had now been disturbed, and I was fuming. Who, in their right mind, would ruin perfectly good pants?! Sure, I had it longer than I had my teeth, but that is not the point.

The rage in me started to build up, and I was ready to shoot anyone in sight, and that’s when I realised, they were all sleeping, and this rage would need to wait until they woke up. Honestly, who would hate me so much? There is nothing more annoying than having all this anger build up and nowhere to direct it.

I remembered that there is a family WhatsApp group. That’s where I will take this to ask my family who the traitors are and who did this stupid sin. No shame, I tell you. This family has ruined my izzat, and people will talk about how we cut things.

My mood was ruined; I could not recite Qur’an with this anger, so I decided to make myself useful and start investigating this matter. That’s when the apple of my eye saw me and sat with me. After I related the story to her, she told me to calm down and make wudhu again. She reminded me that he who is strong is he who controls his anger.

Noosyabha knows how to speak to my soul some days, and she was right; I’m sure the firecracker had a bright idea that led to this. Like I said, who wants to anger Ayshoo in Ramadhan? Maybe I should remind her that she needs to control her anger when she can’t eat. But Ya’ Allah, I value what time I have left on this earth, and that is not a conversation I plan on having with her.