At the Karachi farmers market today.
Me: I need to find the limes.
Leila excitedly: they have them here?
Me: yes yes a lady had them. Help me look.
After two fruitless rounds and some lemonade and lassi later, we realize they were not there today so we decide to leave.
Leila: but we haven’t seen the lady with the lions yet!
While flipping through random TV yesterday with Nadi we saw “Next up: Mummy 3” flash on the screen.
Nadi: what’s that?
Me: Oh- a movie that was made ages ago.
Nadi: Must be a horror scary type.
Me: Not really. Waisay why do you say that?
Nadi: Wait is it about mummies like you or the bandage ones?
Me: Why?? What’s scarier?
Nadi in fits of giggles.
So this morning I tell Leila to let’s only try and talk in Urdu as a part of daily speaking practice. It’s going quite well but instead of the usual “mama” I am now Ammi.
While waiting for the family to get back from the mosque and graveyard after the burial yesterday, Leila got a little impatient.
“Mama, exactly how long does it take to give Dada to Allah mIan?”
Leila: Mama you know how you always say that if you share you should do it nicely?
Leila: Well today I did not share at all but very nicely. Is that ok too?
We ran into two of Leila’s class boys after school today while picking up some groceries. While I chatted for a minute or two with the adults, the kids talked on their own.
Leila slightly upset in the car on the way back home: Mama the boys were being mean to me.
Me: Really? How? What did they say?
Leilas: Something REALLY mean.
Me: Tell me, what did they say?
Leila: I mean why would they even say that to someone?
Me: Baby, kya bola? Batao tau!
Leila: They said they KNOW my PASSWORD.