Another day trip to our old neighbourhood. Not that it’s any longer our old neighbourhood, for everything has changed. It seems the property developers have been given free reign to do whatever they please.
We start with jummah prayer at my old mosque. On our departure, I give salams to one of the old uncles who barely seems to have aged in twenty years. The one constant, for the building has changed completely.
Afterwards, my beloved has her heart set on sushi. Our lad and I scope out the options, while the girls wander around a shopping centre looking at clothes they have no intention of buying.
I’m in the mood to let them do whatever they please. When they plead for bubble tea, I comply. It’s the height of culture for our oh-so deprived kids. It will tide them over until we get to Persian Palace for our evening meal.
We pretend we miss this neighbourhood, but we don’t really. It’s not the town we left. We owe our life together to that neighbourhood, but we were just passing through back then, settling for a little while before moving on.
Of course, nothing ever remains the same. Everything changes. Moments long gone.
Last modified: 22 September 2024
