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Of planes and puff pastries The first year after we moved to Qatar, my mother had to go back to Indonesia for a little while to sort out a few family affairs and taking with her my two youngest siblings, leaving Father to man the ship with two little girls as his crew. I was about 10 then, and have never been that far away from my mother, and the sheer impact of this truth came to me after the plane is no more than a speck in the sky. I, along with the Sister, became very sad. So sad that my father took it as a cue to take us to the nearest store and tell us to grab whatever we want. We ended up buying curry puff pastries [amongst other things], which, flaky and friable as it was, ended up more on the seat of our Jeep than in our mouths [much to the chagrin of our father]. It was a comfort in a time of sadness, that little puff pastry, and it went on to become something we remembered and joked about. And today my sister bought me a curry puff pastry, just like all those years ago, because she’s leaving for holiday to Qatar in a few days. I’ll be alone in the house during Ramadhan and Eid, which sounds more dramatic than necessary, I know, but I can’t help but feel a bit like that little girl again.

Of planes and puff pastries

The first year after we moved to Qatar, my mother had to go back to Indonesia for a little while to sort out a few family affairs and taking with her my two youngest siblings, leaving Father to man the ship with two little girls as his crew. I was about 10 then, and have never been that far away from my mother, and the sheer impact of this truth came to me after the plane is no more than a speck in the sky. I, along with the Sister, became very sad. So sad that my father took it as a cue to take us to the nearest store and tell us to grab whatever we want. We ended up buying curry puff pastries [amongst other things], which, flaky and friable as it was, ended up more on the seat of our Jeep than in our mouths [much to the chagrin of our father].

It was a comfort in a time of sadness, that little puff pastry, and it went on to become something we remembered and joked about.

And today my sister bought me a curry puff pastry, just like all those years ago, because she’s leaving for holiday to Qatar in a few days. I’ll be alone in the house during Ramadhan and Eid, which sounds more dramatic than necessary, I know, but I can’t help but feel a bit like that little girl again.

   
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