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Creative expression? A comedy
your_sister
05/25/04 at 17:48:10
Assalamua alaikum

I am pretty new to this site but I thought this was the relevant place to place this story. I sometimes write fiction and I like to use Muslim characters where possible. So this is a comedy about a Muslim couple.

http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/850515


For The Love Of Food


"I'll cook tonight," Imran said as he pushed his wife Salma, out of the house. She was six months pregnant and reluctant to go and visit friends for the day 'looking like a whale'.

"You cook?" She asked surprised.

He simply smiled and waved her off as if such shocking words had not been uttered from his mouth. He closed the front door and stood frozen to the spot.

“Cook! What was I thinking?” He thought to himself. It must be the sleep deprivation getting to him. His wife was up three times every night and he was suffering.

“I’ll just make her some Indian food. How hard can it be, right? She is always doing it with such grace.” He said to himself as he walked into the kitchen.

He flung open the cupboard searching for something. Perhaps divine intervention. Salma always managed to create such mouth-watering meals. She would take such care over what he liked to eat and yet no matter how hard he tried he could not for the life of him think what to cook for her. She deserved spoiling and he thought a romantic meal for two would be the perfect treat. He rummaged through the cupboards, not in search of a cookbook but to try and find the chocolate biscuits he hid there. He needed to keep his energy levels up if he was going to do all this cooking, he thought to himself. He found the biscuits and managed to polish the lot off. Then he sat there in the quiet thinking about what to do next. An idea suddenly came to him. He grabbed the phone and dialled his mother's number.

"Assalamu alaikum!" His mother Zohra greeted him surprised. "How are you?"

"Well thanks mum. I just need to know how to cook dinner," he said getting straight to the point.

"What's wrong!" She said. "Did you and Salma have a fight?"

"A fight!"

"Has she left you?"

"Salma and I are together. Well not together, as in she is here now, but-"

"Oh my God! The baby has arrived!"

"Mum there is no grandchild, yet."

There was a pause on end of the phone as Zohra digested this information.

"I simply offered to cook a romantic dinner for Salma. I just need to know how to cook it."

There was a slight snigger on the line.

"Will you come over?" Imran asked.

"I would love to see you and Salma." Zohra said enthusiastically. "Let me see. The baby is due in three months and the first is always late. So I if I book my flight for-"

"Can you come now?"

"Now!"

"Yes. It will only take you eight hours to get to the UK from Delhi. I'll pick you up at the airport. That leaves plenty of time to cook the meal." He said ringing off.


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"The guy at the immigration counter was giving me strange looks," Zohra said stirring a pot of spicy curry on the cooker.

"He probably hasn't seen anyone come through the gates in their night gown," Imran soothed as he tasted his mum's home made recipe.

"Well it is four in the morning in Delhi," Zohra said matter of factly.

The phone rang and Imran dashed to answer it.

"Salma, how is everything? The baby OK?" Imran said, on hearing his wife's voice.

"The baby is fine," she laughed. "Still three months to go," she reminded her husband.

"I know. I know." Imran moved to put the phone on to the speaker mode.

"I was just checking to see if dinner was OK."

"Can you hear the fire engines from that far away?" Imran teased as he placed some long stemmed roses in a vase on the dinning room table.

"So the kitchen is still standing then?" Salma said trying to hide her concern.

"Yes it is still standing." He said glancing toward the kitchen. "And your mother-in-law is standing in it,".


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The fragrance of cooked rice wafted through the air as Salma let herself into the house. She spied the luggage in the hall.

"Imran! I don't believe it. You have booked a romantic holiday!" Salma squealed delighted.

Imran heard her voice from the kitchen. He took one look at his mother in shock horror as she laid the finishing touches to the chicken.

"Hide!" He said, as if she was an empty take away box, and he gently pushed her out the back door.

"Holiday?" Imran said puzzled catching the end of Salma's greeting as he met her in the dinning room.

He laid the dish of chicken on the table. It was Salma's turn to look puzzled. But all was forgotten as she glanced at the table spread with a feast of Indian food and a single candle lighting the room.

"Imran, you have gone to so much trouble." Salma said eyeing the mouth watering meal and her sight took in the fresh flowers neatly arranged in the vase.

"Think nothing off it." Zohra said waltzing into the dinning room.

Imran's mouth fell on the floor.

"Zohra," Salma choked realising there would be no romantic holiday.

"Mum, you were supposed to-"

"How long is a woman supposed to stand out back in the dark when she is hungry for breakfast?" She queried sitting herself down at the table. She began heaping rice on one of the two plates that were laid there ending any hope of a romantic dinner for two.
Re: Creative expression? A comedy
nida
05/25/04 at 18:43:10
[wlm]
mashallah sister! very nice story! i really like the humorous ending part. keep up the good work. :-*
anymore coming soon? ;)
Re: Creative expression? A comedy
your_sister
05/26/04 at 12:12:14
Assalamu alaikum

I am glad you like this stuff. I write this for fun and to enter contests. I think Muslims will enjoy reading some clean fiction. Let me know what you think.

Follow the link to read more about Salma and Imran's adventures.

http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/841225


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