Well I really wanted to write these last night but I had henna on my right hand. I am disabled without it.
Yesterday we went to the mosque. I didn't have to pray because it is that time of the month for me. Which made me sad, because it was a very important day.. " The night of Qadr" which is considered more pious than thousand nights. I love how so many different things happen in the mosque on the 27th! I was talking to someone yesterday and I told her there have been so many time I wanted to move away from tampa but then I realized how much i didn't want to leave this mosque. I never ever want to leave this place.
I got my henna done for $5 yesterday. A very very good price. She did a wonderful job. I had the type of work done before and the guy charged me $25. I tried to keep the henna on my hand overnight but I couldn't sleep. I struggled for a long time putting myself in weird positions. This morning when I woke to to fix the food for Suhoor my arm was killing me. The color came out nice, quite dark, between maroon and brown. I believe there is a saying if your henna color gets dark then your husband will really love you. Well mine rarely gets dark, wonder if that means if I will recieve no love my husband =(
Ps: It is official, I am getting younger with age. Everyone assumes I am 14-16. 4-5 years ago they used to assume I am 21/22.
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