24/05/2021
There’s a little story behind this cake. A story that makes me feel so old and yet theres this strong feeling of tranquil and happiness that I’m here to witness such days.
After some back and forth with the mum who ordered this cake for her son, and she gave me the address that it needed delivering to I couldn’t resist and ask her if her son went to a primary school I taught at when he was no older than 7. (I couldn’t resist asking because the name was so unique which I recall associating it with Arslaan from ‘The lion, the witch and the wardrobe’ and the address was in close proximity to the school too)
We came to figure that, that was indeed the little boy I had once taught. So upon cake delivery, his mum made him come meet me at the door where I saw a boy twice the size of me who was now 21. ( I still dont know why I half expected to see a little boy!) in my head, I feel I’ve not grown, and everyone is still the age I last saw them. It’s weird but I can’t help it. 😄 but in that moment, it’s like no time had passed at all, yet a realisation of how quickly time has passed too.
P.s Teaching children, within the secular and in the Islamic field was so wholesome and fulfilling, knowing you can influence and mould the future of individual students... but the paperwork sucked!
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