If You’re Not a Family Member, You Must be a Pizza Delivery Guy…

There’s a knock on the front door and Ayub immediately jumps up and follows Mr Ninja to open it. It’s a group of teenage boys from our neighborhood collecting donations for the community surau. I hear the following conversation from my bedroom…

Teen boy: Assalamualaikum…

Ayub: Hi! Who’s that Ayah? Hey! Where’s my pizza?!

Mr Ninja: (Says something I can’t hear)

Ayub: There’s no pizza Ayah? Where’s it?!

Teen boy: (Says something else I can’t hear)

Ayub: Mamaaaaa!!! They forgot to bring the pizza!

(Ayub runs to my room)

Me: I didn’t order pizza Ayub… We literally just ate dinner.

Ayub: Oh. Then what they doing here? I like pizza.

 

 

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The Ninja

The Ninja is a working mother of two. You can read about her journey as an aspiring housewife at www.NinjaHousewife.com or at her website about kinda being professional and stuff at www.LailaZain.com

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