Usually when I shower I take note of some of the scars that I have on my body and whilst many women out there have scars that remind them of abuse, I am fortunate to be blessed with scars of happiness. The other day I noticed the scar on my left leg and it brought back fond of memories of a family holiday in the Mpumalanga region. Dad loved taking us for holiday to that part of the world. One morning whilst residing at an exquisite resort, my brother and I went out to play on the swings totally oblivious to the fact that there were a pack of monkeys behind us. Suddenly, as I got off the swing, one monkey ran towards me and grabbed me by my legs. It then bit me and ran away. The wound was quite deep and so in tears I made my way back to our chalet....As I type this post I take notice of the burn scar I have on my left hand and it brings back the most amazing memories of my Saudi friend Abdulla and his family. Abdulla invited me for fatoor during ramadhaan at his home. He and his family never wanted me to feel alone during the auspicious month of Ramadhaan.They wanted to fill the void of my own family not being with me. On the same day as the invite it was my turn to prepare fatoor for my colleagues at work and because i worked the night shift I was exhausted during the day. Nonetheless I got home from work, slept for a few hours and then woke up to prepare fatoor. As I was rushing, my left hand touched the hot oven element and I burnt..The scar still remains..
Looking at the scar on my face, how can I forget the bright and bubbly, happy go lucky Sheida Bhen. She is an Indian born Saudi national having married a Saudi man. She was my personal beautician who would arrive home to do facials at the oddest hour of the night. Whilst I loved the end result of her facials, there were times that she was over enthusiastic to remove a blackhead or an ingrown hair and it felt as though she was carrying out a mini operation on my skin. One day whilst battling to remove an ingrown hair, she literally dug the hair out with a needle. Of course she was thrilled it finally came out but I was left with a scar...I think it was her way of planting a stamp on my face so that I will never forget her.......
