Saying Goodbye is the Hardest Thing...?

1. She said her parents told her to wear long sleeves but that for own engagement or wedding, can wear short sleeve(HUH?!?!?!?!)
2. Covering the head with a loosely wrapped dupatta with hair very much visible is acceptable.
   
3. Don't need to cover feet
   
4. At home, no need to cover even with distant male relatives / male guests around
5. With brothers-in-law, no need to cover your head, just dress decently
   
6. An uncle can hug her distant niece, just as a guy can hug her totally no blood-relation "sister"

We were getting ready to go to the doctor's for the last time. But before that Ammi gave out Sadqa (donation) in the form of Naan channey.

They called in all the kids on the streets and everybody who wants to take. Me and Z gave them out. it was so fun and chaotic and it felt nice to finally get to see the kids in the area.

The living room and drawing room.

Mamoo Ilyas in the Kitchen

With regret, i hafta say that i barely entered this part of the house. I didnt even get to learn cooking from Ammi cos of my poor hand... awww...

The other room where the brothers slept in while i was here

The door on the left leads you to the service balcony where Ammi does the washing and where the new heater is.

This is to show that the kitchen has a half wall. Should put bar stools in front of it some day.

Three luggages in all.

Managed to at last capture a shot of a provision shop.

From left: Hira, me, Humaira, Ali and Ikra

These are the girls from the neighbours house whom i had promised to take pictures with when they send me off to the airport.

There were a big big confusion on the way to the airport trying to arrange seats in the few transports that we had for the travellers, family, neighbours and not to forget BAGGAGE!!! Just TWO bags were enough to fill Uncle Shaukat's back seat. i was put in the front seat ALONE for comfort due to, again, my hand. The rest squeezed into the van. Truth to be told, i was a bit scared being left alone in the car w an uncle i barely knew. Thankfully, we paused at the side once we reached the main road and i was ushered to mamoo Ajmal's friend's car w Z. It was a Toyota sedan. Ah! At last! A "normal" car. hehe

At the airport, Rizwan and Z's ex colleague the IT Teacher and other friends were there already. Rizwan gave me a nice beads keychain right when he saw me. So Sweet. But my mood went downhill from there. Bcos he had been hugging all his "sisters" and "darling" aunties who are just a few years older and/or younger than him. ERGH! Totally outrageous!!

And also because the checking-in counters are situated inside AFTER the custom checkpoint and we haven't arranged for seats together yet bearing in mind we didn't book our tickets at the same time. PLUS, it was FREAKING COLD cos there were no walls no house in the patrons of the airport. Same goes to the non-existent chairs to wait for your flight to board or whatever whatever. Not to mention i was under pressure to go to the loo but Ammi in the other van still hadn't come!

At first, i was determined not to cry. Also because i was eager to go home at that time. Not that i dont like Pak bcos i really really do! But i was missing the facilities and convenience in S'pore ESPECIALLY with my hand all wrapped up and frozen.

However, unbeknownst to my own self, i suddenly cried when i was hugging Sadia. Actually the tears were already welling up when i hugged Ammi but it started to flow a few min later. I was prolly imagining and visualizing how i'd miss them when i reach back to S'pore that finally made me give in to the tears...

2 hours before our flight was scheduled to depart, we entered the checkpoint. Looked like EVERYBODY's luggage were being inspected. By this, i mean that they asked to open the bags, and they'd feel around roughly in them. Thank god i didnt lovingly arrange and pack those luggage myself. I could've cried to see my neat bag being violated! LOL.

Well... i had a little bit of a problem with the DVDs i packed in my luggage. We stood there at the customs for some 10min?? Z gave them some story and after a BIG Hesitation, they let us off, alhamdulillah. i should have chanted "summum bukmun" before this. ok save this tip for next trip lah. Anyways, my only question is, "how come they didnt ask to open Z's bag?" Is it because:

1. they're tired to inspect us already
2. they know it might belong to Z, a pakistani, bcos its black and not as colourful as mine and therefore might not have curious touristy thingies.

Well... our three bags amounted to 96kg!!! *faint* (Thanks to the painting of his father that Z insisted to bring back to Spore! haha) We were about to be charged some PKR 4000 (SGD 100) or something. But the person at the counter called the person-in-charged. Turned out he's the one we met before in Thai Airways office at the airport and he waved us off with a suggestion to take 7kg of them as handcarry. Then the guy who was ushering us and picking our bags up and down actually ASKED for a tip of PKR 200. He claimed HE persuaded the officer to lay off the extra charges. Ok lah whatever.. at least he had helped Z with the bags. He was getting irritated that he had to carry all 3 of them, all 96kg of them, up and down the several gateways. LOL!

That's the holding room.

We haven't had dinner yet but felt that we cldn't wait till the meal in the plane, so i treated ourselves with a light meal at the "restaurant"

Just burger and extra fries to share

We didn't see Uncle Airport. Nor did we get a wink of sleep in the overnight flight! by the time we reached s'pore we were deadbeat. Originally, mummy said that ayah will pick us up after Jumaah prayer, some 2 hours after we landed. And i thought it was alright since i wanted to bring Z to Popeye's... but nay! We were too tired and cldnt wait to get home any longer that we took the cab home.

One thing we both felt: Singapore is so hot!!!! LOL