On the Central line going home today. What in the world is ROD ARAB? Or are these separate? ROD, and ARAB? Any ideas? Anyone knows who did this?
Yesterday I decided to skip the daily frustration and hassle of buses. I opted for the alternative
to London public bus inconvenience – the underground. A few tube and DLR stops later, I returned unscathed, and with a whole 30minutes to spare! Highlight of the journey? Woman sitting next to me on the DLR was reading – reading – a copy of the English dictionary. She was shaking her head, not happy with the definition of “already”, brandished a pencil and started making notes.
If tube fares weren’t so expensive I’d be on it everyday. But alas….
I’ve had woes. Woe is me taking public buses in and out of South London. Roadworks have been going on at Elephant and Castle, and that’s been a major travel-stopper. A few days ago a 168 bus driver stops 3 buses away, then refuses to open the doors at the actual bus-stop! The day after the normally reliable 122 was super delayed. Woe is public buses in London. Plus the warmer months always seem to attract more people onto buses, and the warmer air brings with it all sorts of (un)wanted odours. Sigh. But here’s a snapshot of one of the many recoveries in South London that strangely cheered me up walking to (yet another) bus-stop in South London.
In response to my last post of 18 July (which feels like an eternity away), I did not get the chance to even start the recording of the English translation of the Qur’an. This rather saddens me, but not one to mull in regret, I look forward now to what’s to come.
I flew back into London 7th August, and now sit in some lovely summer sun. Quite a change from 40-degree intense scorching sun on my face.
A former colleague who is still with Islamonline.net and in Cairo wrote and asked “Do you miss Cairo?”. Bibi-Aisha, let’s see:
I miss some things but not most things.
1. I miss everyone greeting me with “As-salaamu alaikum” every ten seconds, and me returning their greetings with “wa alaikum as-salaam”
2. I miss everyone saying “in sha Allah” every ten seconds, and me saying it back to them every 20 seconds (or so…)
3. I miss being able to just get into a taxi to get to wherever I want to get to and knowing that I could well afford it
4. I miss hearing the sounds of the adhaan five times a day, regardless of the vocal talents of the muezzin
5. I miss taking for granted that God, religion, and family are central to everyone’s values and that these are never ever far away
6. I miss fatta and knuckles soup from al-Omda
Bibi-Aisha, that’s all I can come up with for now! We have a saying in Malay that goes “buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih”, and with that in mind I shall take away with me the good and edge out the bad from the back of my head.
I shall continue to blog, especially while I go through my MBA in Islamic Banking and Finance. I am very much looking forward to that, and in sha Allah I will be able to put the knowledge to some good use! I will try my darnest to blog at least once a week from now on, so watch this space!