MidReal Story

Tea and Temptation

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Scenario:Lubna is in the kithcen making tea, she is dressed in black with a scarf on her head, she brings it to her father, grandfather, uncle and aunt, they are talking about the wife of their uncle who died 5 years ago, she was thinking about her life absentmindedly not paying clear attention to what everyone is saying but she can hear she is thinking about the offer she got from a decently cool company of a decently cool project she would love to work on but there where two problems

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Lubna is in the kithcen making tea, she is dressed in black with a scarf on her head, she brings it to her father, grandfather, uncle and aunt, they are talking about the wife of their uncle who died 5 years ago, she was thinking about her life absentmindedly not paying clear attention to what everyone is saying but she can hear she is thinking about the offer she got from a decently cool company of a decently cool project she would love to work on but there where two problems

Lubna Ahmed

Aunt's Name

Father's Name

I’m making tea.

From the kitchen, I can hear my father, grandfather, and uncle talking in the sitting room.

The men are discussing the wife of a deceased uncle who passed away five years ago.

When the discussion starts, they always say “the widow of so-and-so uncle”.

But then, they realize that it’s too many words to use, so they name her by husband’s name.

They call her “the wife of the eldest uncle.”

This afternoon, my grandfather said, “Ring up the phone and ask the wife of the eldest uncle to come over here.”

And then, they started talking about something else.

I’m stirring the sugar in the hot water and staring at a piece of paper.

It’s a job offer from a company I think it’s decently cool.

The project is to build a virtual world with a group of people who genuinely love this topic.

And they think I’m a good fit for this job.

I’m almost tearing up with happiness.

The teapot is on the edge of tipping over.

It’s about to fall.

I come back to my senses and grab it in time, with boiling water spilling over my hand.

“Ouch!”

I put down the teapot and sit on the chair, fanning my hand.

The burn isn’t too bad but it hurts a lot.

Why am I so lost in thought?

In case you might wonder what kind of person can be burned by her own tea, let me show you what I look like now: I’m in black from head to toe with a scarf loosely wrapping my head.

I have big eyes, long eyelashes, and my skin is fair.

“Lubna, bring us some tea,” my father calls out to me from the sitting room.

“I’m coming,” I shout back.

A few minutes later, I carry a tray of tea to the sitting room where my father, grandfather, and uncle are gathered.

My father looks at me and smiles as he takes his cup: “What were you thinking just now?”

I smile: “Nothing, I was just lost in thought.”

It seems like everyone knows what I did.

As usual, I sit on the ground after serving them tea.

My father sits comfortably on the chair as he holds a teacup: “It’s been five years since that uncle passed away.”

My grandfather nods: “His wife has been living in this village alone for five years.”

My uncle continues: “She has a hard life.She has to work in the field everyday while raising two kids.”

My grandfather sighs: “Those two kids are not good.They have never visited their mother for so many years.”