Using ur brain.....

A while back my husband was invited to a wedding. The Walima was after the Jumma prayer and the wedding was in the evening. The women weren't invited to the Walima. Sigh.

So when my husband comes home from the Walima, the kids ask him..."what did you eat?" He looks at them in shock, and I parrot them...."Yes, tell us....what did you eat?"

He starts to laugh and refuses to tell. The girls get louder and louder as we start shouting off different dinner foods.

"PIZZA! FRIED CHICKEN! FATTA! DUCK!!"

He won't budge.

And then I step forward. I can call the mother of the groom and find out. (but she's famous for being VERY close mouthed!) Hubby laughs and says, GOOD LUCK! You know she won't say! And I tell him, I can make her say it. NO WAY! He says.

If you can make her say what we ate for the walima, I'll order KFC and Pizza Hut!

UR ON!!

So in front of the kids, in front of the hubby, I call the mother of the groom. The conversation went like this......

Assalaamu alaikum.....Mabrouk!! How are you? How is the groom? Masha Allah, the wedding was wonderful. You did so much work and everything looked so nice......pretty soon you'll be a grandmother, insha Allah!! (and then I start.....)

Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.......my hubby said the food was so good for the Walimah, masha Allah, but the Macaroni bechamel was undercooked and his stomach is hurting him. But I disagree, you usually make your bechamel amazing! (hehehe, she answers me....)

WHAT? The bechamel was perfect!

(I poke in the dark again....) Maybe it was the fatta?

she says....) How can you undercook fatta? I had the chicken panne marinating for a day and it was fried, and then the soup was great, and there was the beans in the red sauce and the kufta......but nothing that could affect his stomach.

me) Did you make anything else?

her) No. That was all of it.

me)....I didn't think it had anything to do with your cooking. You are a great cook, Masha Allah. At least now he can relax, he probably just overate and doesn't want to say.......ttyl, Masalaama.

So I hang up and look at my astonished hubby, snickering kids and say clearly......
Bechamel, fatta, chicken panne, kufta, beans in red sauce and soup. HAHA!!

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KFC and Pizza hut has NEVER tasted better than that night!!!!

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And what am I saying here? Well, its just that if you want something, oftentimes going for the throat just won't get you your needs. You gotta work your way out. Sometimes it takes little white lies. Sometimes it takes brains. Remember the story of Hassan and Hussein making wudhu in front of the old man? Asking him to judge who made the better wudhu? But what was their intention? Well, they were teaching him with Adhab.

I hope I impart that wisdom on to my readers. I pray that I always work at gently extracting my needs without holding a knife............

KFC anyone?