Friday is usually a tough day. It's mosque all day long almost. usually leading to some tension. today was OK until I took dad for his walk. When we got to Samir corner he started pulling me towards the mosque. I said, "I can't go there. They want to hit me." He relented until we reached Atta's store. There he started pulling me again and strangely, the veggie man came up and came to my rescue. He talked about how dangerous it was at the m. since yesterday's attack that left one Mashni dead and thee injured.
i don't understand why he did it but it was amazing and timely. It felt like a favor that he understood.
the next day, we just didn't dress dad and the doctor didn't come so we ended up staying at home instead of going out -- i.e. to atta or mosq.
feeling bad. empty. guilty
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