The Waiting Game…

My husband has been away in San Francisco for the last 45 days doing dawah work. This is the third Ramadan he has been away (last year to Germany and the year before for two months to South Africa). Usually when he goes the first few days and the last few days seem the longest, with the weeks in the middle passing in a blur of activity. The house is strange with no man, just women and children.

He is due home tomorrow. I can’t wait to hear about everything he has seen and done. I’ve been thinking about what I will cook, what I will wear and if the kids will make a mess of the house I have spent all week tidying just before he gets through the door.

I am counting the minutes…