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His momma cooked me one of the best Palestinian meals I have had since my own momma cooked for me in late November, right before the sabbatical began – ma2looba and ma7shi. It really was as though I was eating from the hands of my own mother.

After this, we spent the better part of our evening getting my jewelry fixed. My patrilineal grandmother, with her passing, left me two beautiful antique rings, one with rubies, the other, diamonds. I needed them made smaller, and didn’t wish to leave them with anyone over night.

Omar, like a hawk, took us, along with these two rings to Souq Al-dahab, which is where people go to purchase and fix jewelry. While we waited outside, he stood guard over the rings and the gentleman fixing them for me. So vigilant was he, that I thought he might take all matters into his own hands and start cutting and welding himself.

He is such a wonderful man.

And so tender with Ramrooma. Like, it is amazing to see how khadoom (a giver) and caring he is toward her. I can honestly tell you that I have not met a man like him, or seen any other man take such care of any woman. He is young, but all men I know can learn from his example. W Allah yi7meehum.

Because I want him around for all of our lives, more precious than all of the jewels and gold in the entire souq.

Someone please send me a man like him. (Seriously. Inbox me if you have a good, honest, and devoted man. I can’t wait to be a part of such a team!)

Today, I am grateful for:
1. Parenting done so right. With so many people being so careless with their presence in this dunya, I honour every parent who did the impossible to only raise the best among us. Like Omar’s family.
2. Adab. The Arabic word for ‘manners’, which also references one’s ethical code of conduct in this world.
3. That my momma safely entered Gaza, after not being allowed to do so for the past 3 years. Please keep her safely in your prayers.

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