Some eight years ago, just across our facade- Baghdad/Iraq
' If you ever come back here , I'll beat the $#%5 out of you ..you understand ' He shouted at the fourteen year old boy at the time ; Shoshta -that's how my brother likes to call him.
Of course , despite the fact that my father had literally chased Shosta with a brick that day and threw him out of the house (I can not recall another occasion when my old man was literally out of his mind apart from this one... because...drums please Shoshta was a bad influence on my little brother !) .
After few years however I think my dad had come to realise who had been the bad influence on whom ! Looking back at it , its fairly apparent who hid the hookah in my bro's closet and where all the naughty stuff found in my brother's room came from .Shoshta!?
Despite all the trouble with the parents , Shoshta and le brother continued to be very good friends ..After all , they went to primary school together and well ...that's about it! Different high school ,different unis and now different jobs but you know what they say it is a true bromance ..not too easy for me to understand to be honest giving the fact they have got nothing in common apart from .. craziness maybe!
Yesterday ; with everyone in the car on the way to the restaurant to break the fast ... Amman/Jordan ; Over the phone with le brother
'Ramadan Kareem dear '
'so you did it ..you flew over to the parents .. '
'I did..now you tell me how are things in Baghdad ? how are you managing alone ? where are you breaking your fast ?'
'He's doing it the way you have been doing it when you were alone in London' said my uncle..Oh for god's sake , why did he have to speak now ..I can't even talk to my brother in peace.. 'can you not focus on driving uncle'...zero privacy at this place I m telling you ..
Laughters ..ok at this point I can't even hear my brother ..
'Sorry..did you say Shoshta ?! did you guys order anything ?'
'No he cooked for both of us ..four different dishes ..they were lovely .Well apart from the rice ..it tasted abit like Chinese rice ..he still blames it on the brand '
'Who were you with ?'
'Ahmad had to leave ,so we broke the fast just the two of us'
Right ! how romantic ! plus I don't know who Ahmad was ....To be fair, I think I tend to do this as well.. throwing random names and being less cohesive when I tell a story.It didn't matter ..
Have you just heard what I heard! Shoshta was cooking in our kitchen and he was shouting over to me to say hi to the parents ..
The weird thing is, all my mom was concerned about was how he dared criticise her posh rice ...
Time can truly change some things !
' If you ever come back here , I'll beat the $#%5 out of you ..you understand ' He shouted at the fourteen year old boy at the time ; Shoshta -that's how my brother likes to call him.
Of course , despite the fact that my father had literally chased Shosta with a brick that day and threw him out of the house (I can not recall another occasion when my old man was literally out of his mind apart from this one... because...drums please Shoshta was a bad influence on my little brother !) .
After few years however I think my dad had come to realise who had been the bad influence on whom ! Looking back at it , its fairly apparent who hid the hookah in my bro's closet and where all the naughty stuff found in my brother's room came from .Shoshta!?
Despite all the trouble with the parents , Shoshta and le brother continued to be very good friends ..After all , they went to primary school together and well ...that's about it! Different high school ,different unis and now different jobs but you know what they say it is a true bromance ..not too easy for me to understand to be honest giving the fact they have got nothing in common apart from .. craziness maybe!
Yesterday ; with everyone in the car on the way to the restaurant to break the fast ... Amman/Jordan ; Over the phone with le brother
'Ramadan Kareem dear '
'so you did it ..you flew over to the parents .. '
'I did..now you tell me how are things in Baghdad ? how are you managing alone ? where are you breaking your fast ?'
'He's doing it the way you have been doing it when you were alone in London' said my uncle..Oh for god's sake , why did he have to speak now ..I can't even talk to my brother in peace.. 'can you not focus on driving uncle'...zero privacy at this place I m telling you ..
Laughters ..ok at this point I can't even hear my brother ..
'Sorry..did you say Shoshta ?! did you guys order anything ?'
'No he cooked for both of us ..four different dishes ..they were lovely .Well apart from the rice ..it tasted abit like Chinese rice ..he still blames it on the brand '
'Who were you with ?'
'Ahmad had to leave ,so we broke the fast just the two of us'
Right ! how romantic ! plus I don't know who Ahmad was ....To be fair, I think I tend to do this as well.. throwing random names and being less cohesive when I tell a story.It didn't matter ..
Have you just heard what I heard! Shoshta was cooking in our kitchen and he was shouting over to me to say hi to the parents ..
The weird thing is, all my mom was concerned about was how he dared criticise her posh rice ...
Time can truly change some things !
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