Ismael, with her youngest daughter.
Fatimah drove her father’s Mercedes, Hannah sat in front, Harun, Ali, and I sat at the back.
Hannah and Ali were our tour guides, as Fatimah drove around London. We were given some history of famous places along the route.
We all got together at Regents Park where there was a Mosque, and a beautiful park on the other side.
We went for a walk in the park, and Harun and I bought ice-cream for everyone.
As we sat on the park bench eating, Hannah said that her father was annoyed with them for eating from our dishes the previous night, and that they were sorry.
The four of us sat on one bench Ali sat opposite us on another bench with the walk way in the middle where he could observe us.
The girls told us that their father wanted Fatimah to complete her training first, and then take a year off before settling down.
And that he made all the decisions and rules in the house, and no one could make him changed his mind.
I came here with an open-mind but I was not prepared to wait another two years and six months or perhaps three years for this girl.
I think that Abdullah thought we were not good enough for his multi-millionaire family.
There are many hurdles in life. I fell over some and jumped over others, but I would not let this rejection affect me.
The week that followed, we all went to visit the Cotswolds, where Musa and Nazmoon’s two sons and their family lived and worked.
It was the most beautiful panoramic scenery I had ever seen since I left home. There were rolling hills, valleys and meadows, and in some parts towering mountains.
The green pastures with grazing animals, cows and sheep added beauty to the landscape.
There were fields with crops ready to harvests in some stretches along the motorway, and heaps of hay rolled up in other sections in various fields.
The air was fresh and clean. I did not know such places existed in England although I read many books on this topic.
We spend most days on tour visiting various places of interest, and a seaside town, as well as Somerset, Bristol, and Bath.
When we return to London it was time for all of us to leave. On the eve of our departure Abdullah and his wife Liz came to say farewell, but we never saw the girls again.
When they had gone uncle Musa told us, that Abdullah said, he was not interested in me and Harun to married his daughters.
We were poor with no home or money and he does not think that we could give his daughters a comfortable life style.
I admired him for his straight answer and honest opinion and wish him and his daughters well.
Uncle Ismael said he had never felt so insulted in all his life, and he wished he had never wasted our time, but it was a good experience.
Next day we packed our suitcases and headed for the Airport, I was going to Cairo and was flying on Egyptian Air, and the others were going on to New York.
When I arrived at my destination and apartment I was jet lagged and went to sleep.
I woke up the following morning to check my mail and there was a letter from Miss Price.
She told me she gave my message to Muna and that she was still single, and was looking forward for my return.
That was a tremendous load off my mind, and at the same time I was accepted for my new post in Kuwait City, to which I must acknowledge a date to commence.
I was so excited I rang Harun to give him my good news as both of us were now preparing to go back home to get married.
After my contract ended with the University, I stayed on for another month, to learn Fiqh and Arabic, before I went back to New York.
During that time I received a wedding invitation with a telephone number from my friend Ahmad in South Africa.
He was going to India to visit some family out there and do some shopping for his sister’s wedding.
Ahmad and I were descended from Hindus in India but later on his parents changed their faith but kept the Patel surname.
It was my chance to travel with Ahmad to see India and to look for my
Fatimah drove her father’s Mercedes, Hannah sat in front, Harun, Ali, and I sat at the back.
Hannah and Ali were our tour guides, as Fatimah drove around London. We were given some history of famous places along the route.
We all got together at Regents Park where there was a Mosque, and a beautiful park on the other side.
We went for a walk in the park, and Harun and I bought ice-cream for everyone.
As we sat on the park bench eating, Hannah said that her father was annoyed with them for eating from our dishes the previous night, and that they were sorry.
The four of us sat on one bench Ali sat opposite us on another bench with the walk way in the middle where he could observe us.
The girls told us that their father wanted Fatimah to complete her training first, and then take a year off before settling down.
And that he made all the decisions and rules in the house, and no one could make him changed his mind.
I came here with an open-mind but I was not prepared to wait another two years and six months or perhaps three years for this girl.
I think that Abdullah thought we were not good enough for his multi-millionaire family.
There are many hurdles in life. I fell over some and jumped over others, but I would not let this rejection affect me.
The week that followed, we all went to visit the Cotswolds, where Musa and Nazmoon’s two sons and their family lived and worked.
It was the most beautiful panoramic scenery I had ever seen since I left home. There were rolling hills, valleys and meadows, and in some parts towering mountains.
The green pastures with grazing animals, cows and sheep added beauty to the landscape.
There were fields with crops ready to harvests in some stretches along the motorway, and heaps of hay rolled up in other sections in various fields.
The air was fresh and clean. I did not know such places existed in England although I read many books on this topic.
We spend most days on tour visiting various places of interest, and a seaside town, as well as Somerset, Bristol, and Bath.
When we return to London it was time for all of us to leave. On the eve of our departure Abdullah and his wife Liz came to say farewell, but we never saw the girls again.
When they had gone uncle Musa told us, that Abdullah said, he was not interested in me and Harun to married his daughters.
We were poor with no home or money and he does not think that we could give his daughters a comfortable life style.
I admired him for his straight answer and honest opinion and wish him and his daughters well.
Uncle Ismael said he had never felt so insulted in all his life, and he wished he had never wasted our time, but it was a good experience.
Next day we packed our suitcases and headed for the Airport, I was going to Cairo and was flying on Egyptian Air, and the others were going on to New York.
When I arrived at my destination and apartment I was jet lagged and went to sleep.
I woke up the following morning to check my mail and there was a letter from Miss Price.
She told me she gave my message to Muna and that she was still single, and was looking forward for my return.
That was a tremendous load off my mind, and at the same time I was accepted for my new post in Kuwait City, to which I must acknowledge a date to commence.
I was so excited I rang Harun to give him my good news as both of us were now preparing to go back home to get married.
After my contract ended with the University, I stayed on for another month, to learn Fiqh and Arabic, before I went back to New York.
During that time I received a wedding invitation with a telephone number from my friend Ahmad in South Africa.
He was going to India to visit some family out there and do some shopping for his sister’s wedding.
Ahmad and I were descended from Hindus in India but later on his parents changed their faith but kept the Patel surname.
It was my chance to travel with Ahmad to see India and to look for my
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