Inshalla December 13, 2006Posted by Aella in Culture, Lebanon, Sweden.
I am fed up with ALWAYS having to ASK my husband to take me to do food shopping. He huffs and puffs as if I am asking him to give me a full body massage or participate in the Olympics…then he goes Inshalla. When he says Inshalla it means…If God comes down and makes me do it! When I say Inshalla it means..If God is willing (or wants to). Inshalla the weather will be good, inshalla we will go to Bahrain and so on. It’s not as if he has to DO the shopping with me or as if I actually enjoy doing it…
Anyway, that’s married life for you. Will have to find a taxi service or summat.
Same thing with the maid issue. I cannot sort this issue out myself due to laws and what not. But it just won’t happen unless I bring it up again and again and again….and quite frankly I am not the kind that likes to do that. So as he says… inshalla.
In Sweden we like to do things on time and plan things in advance. Not doing that can sometimes have it’s advantages but a lot of time it really frustrates me that EVERYTHING has to be decided LAST MINUTE. Meals, trips, visits and major decisions. I have lived in the Arab world long enough to relax a little about these things but it is still in me and sometimes it frustrates the hell out of me. Like now.
Aaanyway…I want to wish all you Lucia celebraters out there a Happy Lucia or a Trevlig Lucia with lots of Lussebullar (saffron buns) and Glögg (some Swedish drink…google it). I could really do with both right now. And the sight of purdy girls in white.
In Sweden both men and women wear white thobs.