Mufida another chapter in Mufida’s life: she was constantly depressive. I took the decision to make a session with her with NLP (Neuro Linguistic Programming). I had attended a course in 1996 – i.e. the Practitioner and the Business Master (not to mix up with MBA !) anyway, she finally knew who was key in her life; and in addition to that it took her ONLY 30 minutes – when I had been in the course it took me more than two hours… so she is a rather smart woman… I hope till today! She finally found the conclusion that all started with her – love, respect, confidence etc… She finally slept well in a long time and even the next day she felt so good!
Well it had been time for her to get to know that chapter of life…
Salah had been shopping, finally he had got some “better” toilet paper and kitchen paper… Now, we were “only” lacking light bulbs, let us see how long he would take to buy those ones…
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To shake a leg became worse and worse. It was as if my motor was broken totally… the night before she had been practicing her pushups on my right groin… it hurt the whole night – (at least the whole night; i.e. when she was doing sth she did it right )… the next day I looked like someone had tortured me… I was soooo tired. Yet I made a tea (coffee was forbidden) so I mixed a teabag fm Celestional Seasoning’s with the foam of my self made syrup and added some mixture of ground spices to it (the name of that mix is called Heureka) – it was AWESOME! I also mixed some of the foam into my yogurt and my husband said: wow you should sell that syrup to the yogurt manufacturers. Sure and what else, please? My husband was a marketing & sales expert. If only he had been selling so well in his bakery shop… whatever, my voice, my pineapple oil and then what: was there still time for him? I also was emphasizing on a new job, since we were so well off… I kept my thoughts to myself because as mentioned, my “inlay” (Athana) liked “everything’s hunky-dory”…
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Well – he was in a good mood and told me a story… every day the muezzin is calling for prayers in the Muslim countries. We had different mosques so we had different muezzins… Where we lived we had the chance to listen to 5 up to 6 muezzins – it depended on the wind’s direction. The normal muezzins are MEN – women “would be allowed” but, it would divert men’s ideas especially during Ramadan when men and women’s thoughts should be purest. However let us return to that SPECIAL case; i.e. that muezzin who called for prayers in the nearest mosque: one of them had a wonderful voice – a young man – really I have to admit – I loved that call! Yet one of them sounded like an old goat in winter (that is how Salah placed it…) yes, my bad, I should not make fun when he called for prayers – right – nobody should make a joke when prayers are to be done… After all it is for God – however his name would be: God, Jehova, Allah, Manitu, Gott (in German)… well – I am sorry, since I sing myself I was one of the worst critics… so I heard out of his voice that he was conceited, proud and JUST NOT BEAUTIFUL because it was not pure; i.e. not with FULL HEART! When I told all that to Salah he finally admitted that the “old goat” was jealous on that young man with his awesome voice. He went that far to kick the younger man out of the mosque. That was then too much. The other ones kicked the old man out of the mosque as well. Yet since the old goat was still responsible for things there, they had to accept him to call for prayers, again… because not everybody attends prayers in the morning (especially not during summer…) well – long story short quote; I heard his “sincerity and devotion” out of his voice… the worst thing was, when all other mosques had finished calling – he started only, I think on purpose – so really all had to listen to his awesome and beautiful voice on purpose! Well vanity and pride combined – what a genius mixture – and still I had met many in “the good old roman-catholic church” times in my little old village – like fashion shows on Sunday – actually “legal and suitable”…
Salah had not finished to praise the old goat’s brilliant characteristics: Ummi’s mom had died. This guy just walked in and took over the whole organization of the funeral – IMAGINE! Salah just came back fm a flight; hearing him screaming in the garden of the family: “that belongs here and that you put there!” etc. Salah grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and said: IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, he would cut off his legs where they started growing… The goat was so fresh and countered: “But, your grand mom died and I am fm Gherian too…” (Gherian the village both of Salah’s parents were fm). “Yes precisely, it is MY GRAND MOTHER, not yours and now disappear!” Finally the goat went. His name was actually (translated into English: BILL BUSH) – no – he is not a relative of your ex-president...