My first night in Brazil, sitting under the stars outside an eatery in Ipanema with newly acquired friends I took in the tropical scenery, the ocean sounds in the distance when suddenly, “Aisha?” It was my professor. We all looked up at him. “Aisha, your mom called. She was very worried. She wanted to know why you didn’t call her. She wanted to know if you were okay. I told her you’re fine and you’re a great student, but she wants you to call her okay?” It was a very I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole moment as I sat there feeling like a pigtailed bracey faced 4 year old in a booster seat at Pizza Hut and NOT a 26 year old law student quite capable of watching after herself thank you very much!
My mom always does that. She’s notorious for the incessant calls to make sure we’re okay and ofcourse growing up you rolled your eyes a teeny bit and said in an exasperated tone, “Mom, I’m okay.. Jeeeeez!” Its funny though, the “goes around comes around effect” My brother and parents are going for a three week trip to Pakistan. I called her at least three times last night and twice today. Now I just learned their flight is delayed leading to all sorts of complications and that they didn’t take a cell phone. Though I know deep down they’ll be okay (insh’allah) I can’t lie and say I’m not worried, that they’re not totally on my mind and that I’m not distracted. Because I am. I guess I just want to know they’re okay.