Kingsley: Ramadan Day 14

Sunday 13th July 2014

The third week of Ramadan has begun. Ho hum: work, office, emails, documents, paper shuffling, harried goings on, traumatized employees, moody and temperamental bosses…and I am apart from you darling Kingsley. Each hour I am enchained to this laptop my heart beats to your beat; I wonder what fun activities you get up to at nursery. Is it finger painting today? Playing in a sandpit? Off for a stroll about the DIFC with the other babies and your carers?

Our lamb early in the morning. 7 months of age.

Our lamb early in the morning. 7 months of age.

Even though they can claim my body – the modern, urban, well-paid slave to this corporation that I have become – they cannot own my mind. For my mind is on the prize: being one hundred percent dedicated to looking after the sweetest creature on Earth: YOU, Kingsley. Its just a matter of time…

At five months of age, Kingsley was alert and strong

At five months of age, Kingsley was alert and strong

You see its been exactly one fortnight since I tendered my resignation. And this translates into exactly two and a half more months grinding away at work. At precisely 5pm on Thursday 25th September, one month short of a six year tenure with the one and only place I have worked since landing in Dubai, my bags will be packed and I will be out the door headed for home. For good.

At four months Kingsley's personality was developing at a clip

At four months Kingsley’s personality was developing at a clip

This decision to quit came easily and suddenly around three weeks ago. And why quit? To be a stay-at-home mummabear to the love of our lives, Kingsley. Yay! I shall forego the handsome monthly salary, but I’ll gain my handsome son. All to myself! And for this I praise God in the Highest, alhamdulillah.

King at six months

King at six months

 

 

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