Um-A is is very sweet, very welcoming, very soft-spoken. Tells me that she loves me often. Tells me that Clean loves me often (some things are easier to believe than others given the circumstances). She also makes excellent lunches. Abu-A always sits next to me and piles more and more food on my plate and they always send me home with to-go packages (which I end up eating for lunch and dinner for the next few days to follow).
I wish I could be more like Um-A; forgiving, kind, never-says-a-harsh-word kind of woman. She has a very calming affect on me. I know several more of those type of women who I should pay more attention to as role models. Instead, I'm me; going Pompeii when confronted.
My mom prays for me. Um A prays for me. Why can't I just be better and being forgiving and kind to others? Why can't I just "turn the other cheek" or the equivalent? Why do I have all this pent-up rage (ok, that could just be LackO'Nookie)?
I think it is easy to get frustrated; or at least place blame on frustration. I use "Kuwait" or "this part of the world" as an excuse, but truth be told, I was equally as nervous living in the outskirts of DC, worrying about how I was going to juggle my bills every month, fighting traffic and road rage (with people who are actually LEGALLY allowed to carry concealed weaponry) and dealing with people who looked down on my for my lack of higher education (even though they received their degrees from Podunk U in Bumfuck, Midwest). Now I've got a good job (where people listen to what I have to say based on merit, not what's hanging on my wall), a beautiful home, and much less worry about bills and armed road rage (for as much as I poke fun at Abdulfettah; things have seemed to have calmed down on the roads a lot since his Reign of Terror).
Ok, enough about that. I gots to go call my sisters and some girlfriends tonight.
Ok, I am definitely NOT Mother Teresa....