Aisha the Soggy Samosa

Samosa: a delicious desi treat. Flaky and crispy on the outside, soft and potato squishy on the inside. A samosa, to shine in all its samosa glory must do the balancing act of hard and soft, crispy and squishy, effortlessly. You can talk about the tasty potato center all you want, its delicate spices mingling together in perfect harmony, but really the hard crispy shell is essential and there’s no way around it: hard shells are gotten only by deep frying.

I’ll be seeing the subject of my trampoline post at two different gatherings tomorrow. I’ve since learned said person has said a great many things against me to people who have in turn joined in solidarity. Said person has a gift for charming people and taking over a room with their presence. Its one of the things I liked about them, but when used for hurting another, now that I have been on the receiving end of it, is one of the things that hurts most.

I’m reading Northanger Abbey by Jane Austin. In one scene a dissed Catherine sits alone at the ball, friendless and alone. Austin writes: To be disgraced in the eye of the world, to wear the appearance of infamy… while her actions all innocence, and the misconduct of another the true source of her debasement, is one of those circumstances which peculiarly belong to the heroine’s life, and her fortitude under it what particularly dignifies her character.

Different era, different culture, and yet she too had to endure a similar situation. Such situations can help define your character. The proper amount of hot oil to solidify your crispy shell and balance the spicy softness within.

Ofcourse the Quran addresses such instances. “and endure with patience whatever people may say [against thee], and avoid them with a comely avoidance. And leave Me alone [to deal] with those who give the lie to the truth – those who enjoy the blessings of life [without any thought of God] – and bear thou with them for a little while…” [73:10-11]

When it comes down to it, I’m not the only one whose dealt with this. Its a source of pain clearly for thousands of years. It might be my first time, but if history is any indication, it likely won’t be my last. So sooner or later I’ll have to be fried, if I want to strengthen myself anyhow… as I jump into a boiling vat of it tomorrow I’ll remind myself, better now than the inevitable later.

4 thoughts on “Aisha the Soggy Samosa”

  1. I love the samosa analogy!I’m sorry you have to deal with your trampoline tomorrow but I’ll be thinking about you. May it be made easy for you. You have absolutely the right attitude – trials do make our character grow and I have no doubt yours will become even more lustrous, insha-Allah.And just so you know, I think you’re the perfect samosa – spice, crisp and gentle without a trace of sogginess!xo,Baraka


  2. Is it wrong that I want samosas now? LOL.That Austin quote is too perfect. You have a great perspective on this. You’re going to be just fine. {hugs}


  3. Baraka, your words mean a great deal. Thank you.Mystic, thanks for the link. I read the words of our wise blogger friend Koonj. Thanks for sharing it, its a good reminder.Tee, 🙂 thanks, and thanks for listening.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s