Unique Muslimah

…I’ll have ya for lunch. Capeesh?

So I’m sitting comfortably while preparing to sink my teeth into Ferraro Rocher, a chocolate-feast fresh from Egypt. And while I slowly and seductively unravel the golden wrapper, just like those enticing television commercials, I choose how to eat this little, pleasurable treat.

One golden rule I have is to never gobble a Ferror Rocher, no, never. If it were a chocolate-covered world then that would be a top chocolate crime and you’d be sent to choco-jail. I’ve witnessed in horror how some individuals pop the treasure into their mouths, munch on it systematically then gulp it down without a thought- and it’s over in 5 seconds straight. Since my chocolate cravings do not come by often and when they do I want to enjoy the moment, I have developed a system, which works well and the experience is pleasurably over in a desired time frame of two minutes.

But this afternoon my thoughts went elsewhere while I slowly ate the outer part of the chocolate, letting it melt on my tongue so I could let my taste buds work. I looked at the round gift in my hand and in what you could call a moment of enlightenment realised that this little piece of chocolate was written just for me. (Seriously, I have not gone choco-mad).

My thoughts raced as I turned the piece in my hand, inspecting every angle, casting a giant snake-like shadow eating the sun on the sofa.  Back when the chocolate was just cocoa somewhere in the world, that little cocoa bean had my name on it. When it was shipped over and given to a factory, it still had my name on it. No one was going to obstruct the destiny of this little chocolate delight: my mouth. While it was shaped, the nut placed inside had my name on it, and so forth, untill it reached my home where I picked it out from the rest of the golden sun-balls which are probably written for members of the family, unless I get to them first that is.

By the time I had reflected over this little chocolate’s epic journey, it had disappeared from my hand and it was all over really- one of the best chocolate experiences to data where I ate and simultaneously marvelled at a gift from God that had my name on it.

I must admit I was tempted to go for another bite and revisit the journey in more detail, but perhaps tomorrow. I hate to over-indulge and hey, if my name is written on one of them (or even all of them), then it’s surely destined to be mine.

It’s just a matter of mouth-watering time.