My Attempt, My Flop and then Came Corona...

Well, isn't this a Hum Dinger of a year ? I say "isn't" because we are still engulfed in this Pandemic even at the end of this eventful year 2020, and cases are still growing all over the world.  I truly do my absolute Best to Praise Allah for my condition, whether Good or Bad. 

    So I made my, well, what I would call my "first" attempt at Hijrah lol right before Corona-Covid-19 hit...and I say this with a smile on my face because it was exactly that, an "attempt". I saved and saved, sold and sold and made my Move. It was a beautiful notion in motion, nothing was in my way and I pushed forward all on my own. No one had the right to say "hey, I'm glad I helped you get there", nope not at all. I had finally made this move all on my own, coupled with MUCH Dua from my sisters and brothers.  By Allah, Financially it was me, and I was proud (Alhamdullilah).

Now lets get to the point...

    We had said our goodbyes and had our cries, and was now all packed in the crowded Airport transport Van...ugh and ready to Fly. It was a long, but lovely plane ride along side my Favorite person n the world, my Awesome granddaughter.  The airplane ride experience for her was crazy within itself, she wasn't afraid just tired and bored lol. We both enjoyed the ride there as well as the ride BACK. Oh yea, did I mention that we had to come back???? Yep, we left Egypt (my home) to return back here, so let's jump imdi that story real quick. 

       Ok, so we arrive at the airport and a Lovely sister from the family that found the flat (apartment) for us was waiting there's as our ride home. The airport process alone was its own experience. From checked bags along with 1000000000000 other travelers lol, ok maybe not that many people but it would seem that way. Now its time to start our way through all these people to find the customs line and explain "why Im even in there country",to begin with. Suddenly me, her and all of our 10 bags are Bombarded by about 5+ Egyptian Porters (luggage handlers) who are all talking and competing to get my USD $$$ for doing what they get paid to do anyway all day lol. So out the doors we go (me and my 3 well tipped$$ porters lol) to meet the sister who may I just add, is one of my dearest friends today. She assisted us, fed us and was so ok with her Husband and sons assisting us as well. 

it was a nice but LONG ride to the flat lol.

      Ahlan wa Sahlan - Welcome to our new Home

Now the BIGGER PICTURE...

I met so many beautiful sisters, my flat was huge and I was too tired to unpack lol. Just as soon as I thought I we would sleep and wake up to a new day, a new start it was interrupted by the brother saying "ok so which house item are we getting first" my ears starting hurting lol and my bottom lip was on thee floor. I stand there looking or pretending to be present all while I was in dream land and the sand man was laughing at me. What in the world was happening right now and why, lol. I had to put a battery in my back and get day started, they asked me what I wanted and how much I wanted to spend, I told them and they made it happen. It was a long and tiring day but it was surely Productive and I now have a wonderful family who I now call my own.

       The next day my flat is furnished with the essentials ;ie; Refridge, stove, bed, washing machine, pots, pans and other needed items Alhamdullilah. Sue and I decide to ask the sister to take us out so that we could stock up on some food items and a few small things for the bathroom. I completely forget that its Ramadhan and its HOT as Fish grease outside lol but the sister bindle calls an Uber ( yes Chile they have Uber) to my surprise. We all hop in and go to the market/plaza called LULU to get what's needed.

       We do a day by day thing or way of living and it was lovely, Sue didn't meet too many of her peers so it was a bit of a hardship for her. We  walked Malls, Ikea and graciously attended several Iftars and met so many sister from so many countries, what an awesome experience. It was a few weeks into our migration that we realize our trip was about to come to an abrupt end. See sadly I am so used to living in the states where all the  moving and shaking takes place at any given day throughout the month of Ramadan, that I forgot that the Heat coupled with the environment in other countries keep the people from moving and shaking like at home. Not to mention I was terrified of having to do the traveling on my own, eventho we made a few runs to the mall and nearby stores alone it was scary to have to do business without an Arabic speaking expat or native who has had to do some of the same things doing their move. so many important things weren't being taken care of bcuz peoples movements are Very different there during this Blessed month and I was too afraid honestly to do it alone. 

       Cant blame them for their norm, but bcuz we weren't able to get some vital business taken care of, I froze in fear. The type of fear that causes you to rethink, re-evaluate, re-calculate and ultimately re-move your self from that scenario, and that's what I did. Like a CHICKEN I checked my account instead of checking my Intent and then taking a second to put my Fears in check, but it waste late. Tickets were purchased and minds were made-up, it was so sad bcuz we I met even more sisters and Sue has met young sisters and hanging out a bit. 

Th ride home was a thoughtful one...

What have I done and how can I rectify my actions ??? We were home for a few months and planing to return after I check all my past situations and put all my affairs in order, I made up my mind to learn from those mishaps and make better judgment calls for this next move. I was ready it had been a year and Im rearing to roll lol the BOOM!!!!!! Corona sat us all down on the floor for a LONG nap or sud I say an Awakening ! 

I'll end now until next time, but believe me when I say;

 Im Still here and Im Still On my Mission for Migration... Like I always say,

Stay focused even thru the struggle .