Yesterday we were invited to a gathering of a family I personally love so much. I knew this family through my husband. He’s friends with the son. So one day when the son came to visit Tunisia, we went to say hi, and we were introduced to the whole family. Ever since then, we’ve been seeing each other every once in a while. It’s true we don’t meet that much, but we always keep in touch. And every time we visit them I feel I’m at my aunt’s or uncle’s. They’re so easy-going, so friendly, so loving and the whole atmosphere is warm. Add to this the multi-cultural essence of the gathering and the middle eastern cooking, yummy… Not that I don’t cook it, but when the people joining for food love this type of cooking, it feels different, more blessed and more appreciated.
The cute thing is, whenever the mom passes by me on her way to the kitchen or to any other room, she’d kiss me and ask: what do you think of the gathering?
10 minutes later she’d ask: are you happy? Do you like the cooking? Need anything? You’re at home, feel free…
There are people that you can’t but feel great with, for nothing but the true care and love they give. From day one I felt so welcomed, felt I was a member of the family already. Other than that, they helped me meet people around my age to make friends. And every time we go, the whole group is gathered. Just like the old days at my parents’. And this sure helps me go on in my life. I know nothing replaces one’s own family, specially when this family gives you all the love, care and support all the time in all circumstances. But getting to know such kind and good people helps out ease the pain of longing and decrease this feeling of being a stranger in a country you know you’ll be spending your life in.

Yesterday the weather was as normal as it could be during July in Tunisia. Sunny and so damn hot. But around 7:30 p.m. there has been a very big twist in weather. It became so windy, so cool, and then BOOM there was lightning and thunder out of no where! It rained for a while, and then it stopped, leaving the weather humid, no wind at all and full of our little enemies: Mosquitoes.
This morning it was cool, as if we’re in spring or something. Have no idea how it’s going to be like in half an hour when I finally leave the office.
I’m so sleepy, can’t focus, and can’t wait for the time to come to go home and rest.

July 10th was my younger brother’s birthday. I can’t believe how quick time passes by. Mustafa’s already 21now! 🙂 This is truly great. I still picture him as he was a little baby. He was one hell of a kid. He showed a great calm face, while he did everything naughty kids would do without getting our attention. For example, he’d be sitting so calm, smiling at us, while the carpet behind him would be burning because of the candle he spilled on purpose. He’d be smiling peacefully, to know later on that the cable of the fridge has been pulled out for a while, long enough to get the food inside it stinky! God! He was a great kid.
I also remember how my older brother Mohamed used to enjoy putting him in this little baby stroller and drive it so quick through the whole house. You can hear Mustafa’s (or Mos as we all call him) laughs echoing in the whole place 🙂
Mos is now all grown up, his kind heart and great sense of humor have grown up with him. I can feel he’s become a lot more mature than before, and I’m happy for that.
He grew fond of computers, all the credit goes to our great bro Mohamed 🙂 MAK (Mohamed) used to gather his friends and work on university projects, play games, do some surfing and stuff, and he let Mos sit with him and his friends all the time. So Mos became familiar with PC’s and loved them ever since then.
When he wanted to decide what to learn in university, he had discussions with both Mak and MMM (my husband) and he ended up learning computer science 🙂
One thing I wished would really change in Mos is this extreme lack of time-order 😛 His sleeping hours, his studying hours, his free time, his meals, everything is just so mixed up when it comes to these things. But well, maybe later when he gets a job then he’ll learn to be more organized. Anyway, whether organized or not, he is responsible and successful.
We called him on his birthday, it was fun talking to him.
This is the second time in a row that I miss his birthday, I wish somehow I’ll be there with him and never miss any occasion he or any other member of my beloved family celebrates.

Yesterday I was under the impression that it was still Wednesday, don’t ask me why, I just felt it was Wednesday. When I got back home, I knew from my husband that it was Thursday. Other than feeling extremely happy to reach the end of the week, I couldn’t help thinking of how fast a week passes by although I feel the working days are too long!
I mean if I feel the working days are so long, how come I reach the end of the week without me being aware of it! Whatever the reason is, I just love weekends. On the other hand, having the week pass by that quick, makes me feel how days are flying without me adding a single change on my life routine, at least the work side. I have nothing against my life routine outside work, but this job, I don’t know. The boss is really good to me, very respectful, the whole work environment is good, salary is relatively high, but still I don’t feel it’s the right place for me. I really hate to believe in this, but it’s the sad fact. I wasn’t born to do what I do. I feel I have more capabilities and feel attracted to other kind of work that involves no accounting, no office work…AH, I HATE MY JOB! Maybe others wish to be in my place, but I wasn’t simply made for this. I belong somewhere else. I thank God for giving me the chance to find a good job, earn money the right way, and be excellent at what I do. But at the same time, I don’t stop looking for other better choices. I never lost hope in finding a better job where I’ll feel it’s the right place for me. Until then, I guess I have to do my best to enjoy what I do for a living right now. I have to be more optimistic, that’s why I keep thinking of weekends 🙂 The weird thing about me is that in weekends I always prefer hanging out with my husband anywhere in the arms of nature. Sea, parks, if this isn’t what we feel like that day then anywhere other than other people’s houses would be great for me. I hate to stay at home, and I hate to go visiting. I feel weekends are made to break the disgusting routine of being trapped in an office or any indoor places. But most of the time, when the weekend is finally there, I can’t be but human, the efforts I pay while working in the office and at home through the week force me to surrender the temptation of a yummy meal and a cozy couch. So I end up enjoying staying at home, seeing no one and being free of any formalities, stress, exhaustion, or any type of work (usual housework doesn’t count :D)
Anyway, since this weekend will be a busy one, I guess I’ll just have to wait for the next week to do nothing but eat, sleep and watch TV 🙂 Oh this lazy, lazy me!