I did some groceries shopping today. Being a good wife (ehem…) I wanted to buy a pack of dates for my husband. As my hand reached the pack…my eyes began to water… A sudden memory hit me…
Years ago, when it came to the fasting month, I used to pick the best dates available for my dad, regardless the price. My dad really loved dates. He used to comment that I shouldn’t buy the expensive ones, but still, he enjoyed them. Maybe that’s the way of his saying thank you. When he passed away, I said to my husband not to expect me to serve him dates. This year I thought I was ready… no… I’m not…