Amreekia Min Bab Al Sharayah

That was the name of my old blog. Translated, it means an American woman from the old, poor and rundown district of Bab Al Sharayah in Cairo. I was given this nickname because although I was born in the USA, my mentality is more ghetto Egyptian. I'm a curious mixture of east meets west, and dont care if you call me balady!

I'm going to slowly bring some of the old posts from Amreekia over here (see archives), basically to give new readers some background. I hope you'll enjoy the old and the new and join me on this fascinating expat journey!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The journey has begun...

My sweet husband left this morning for the USA.  In 4 days I will join him, insha Allah (God willing).  It's always very difficult to say goodbye.  As soon as he pulled away from the house, I was thought of all the things I should have done before he left.  Like take a picture of him at the door.  One last picture of just how he looked as he was leaving.  Also, we have this little ritual with my wedding we did when he first put it on my finger...we had vowed the ring would never come off.  Before he put it on my finger the first time, he kissed the ring, then kissed my finger, then slipped it on, then kissed the ring again on my finger.  A few days ago, while with the friend who's taking care of my Mom and the dog, we went to change some gold.  I wanted to sell my old earrings (I have 3 in each ear) and get some new earrings to match the ones my husband just got me for an anniversary present.  While in the gold store, my friend and I decided to have our wedding rings cleaned and polished.  So I had to take it off.  I forgot this morning to let him do that little thing he does.  I would have felt better, as I look at my ring now, if he was the last one to have put it back on my finger, if he'd kissed it and said like he always does..."forever".  I realize these things might sound strange and maybe even superstitious, but I learned when my first husband died, how much those little things meant to me, and how you never know if you'll get another chance to do these silly little things with the man you love.  Insha Allah we will be together again soon.

So he is off now and I have packing to do and a few minor things to arrange before I leave too.  But I still feel so scattered--not quite as bad but still disorganized.  I am going to sit now and make a complete list of everything I need to do and get on it.  I cant wait until I am sitting on that plane.  Actually, i cant wait to get to USA.  I've been away too long and am so anxious to be with my husband and kids again!


angie nader said...

how sweet! well when you see your hubby again he can do your kissing of the finger ritual.
i'm sorry of the loss of your first husband...i hope all the good memories you shared will stay in your heart forever.
so where are you visiting in usa?

Spicybugz said...

wooohooo Your coming home...let me know as soon as you land so we can talk on the phone. I miss you girl.

Layla/Colls said...

I hope you have a safe flight back to the good old USA. I can't wait to talk to you!!! :) It feels like forever!! :) Love you!!