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… visiting relatives

Visited my dads uncle’s house yesterday, young guy. Married with 4-5 kids. Panjsheri. I didn’t want to go, but was left with no choice. It was a funny encounter. His little son recognized my dad the second we got out of the car and immediately came and greeted us. I stood behind mum and dad while they continued with the formalities. He invited us in, leading the way to their house. The moment mum, dad and i entered the gates, a rock hurled past us, just missing the little boy who giggled hysterically. Dad stepped back. I was shocked. ‘besyaar mebakhsheen’. It was dad’s uncles mother in law, she was deeply embarrassed. I grinned. What a grandmother! My parents tried to do whatever they could to settle the old woman’s embarrassment. The little boy broke into fits of laughter when he realized what had happened.

Unbeknown to us, the little boy had disobeyed his grandma. She was boiling with rage inside and had sworn to make sure he was hit with three rocks. So basically, being a woman, she could not leave the gates and run after him on the street (where the little boy had ran to play with the others and return home once his grandma’s anger had subsided). Grandma hid behind a wall, waiting for her grandson to enter. His grandma had no idea we were also walking in with him, so she decided to take sweet revenge- aiming the rock at the boy. Only to be mortified.

Immediately, I knew this would be no ordinary visit. They welcomed us into their humble home, into a tiny, warm living room.

A few minutes later, the grandma joined us. She was a nice lady with a thick Panjsheri accent. She apologized for her blunder earlier on and continuted about how children nowadays have grown to be cheshm safeed. And adults retaliate with rocks.

I didn’t know what the purpose of the visit was. They brought tea, i listened to the old lady’s conversation. They usually talk about two things, 1) sad stories that happened 10 years ago, 2) how sick they are.

Soon enough it was time to go home sweet home. or as my sister mistook it the other night, ‘sweet home sweet’. 😀

ba omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar.

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