neurontin I remember my fixation with woolworths when i was a child. I would wander into it, have the time of my life buying stationary and toys inside, then filling a huge box with Pic and Mix sweets… the best sweets ever! Ay Sweet Factory!!! the smell of those sweets will never leave my mind, nor are rivalled in any other sweet stand or store…
I remember the rings, and the coca cola ones…. i remember my brothers favourite “the snake”… i remember they had a little wrapped chocolate with a strawberry creme center, one of my favourites… i remember also the Quality Street ones that i chose 3la kaifee…
I remember i would buy endless cheap stationary supplies for school. for many many years, london equalled woolworths in my eyes…
Then when i grew up, it was still a staple in every london visit. I would not top my mobile unless it was in woolworths, i would not buy bulks of chocolate to take back home illa from it… though i have stopped buying their sweets because they have proudly informed me that they used pork gelatine in making them… maybe thats why they were the best… i still loved to smell them and remember the old days…
I was last serviced by a nice blonde named claire, who was shaking uncontrollably… she dropped my changed and started apologizing about how she did not mean to offend me by throwing the change in my face? she was so sad, so distressed at being left jobless in january that in thanked god a million time we do not have to encounter such hardships in here.
and now … this is all there is left. I went it, took pictures o it. and thats all there is left to it.
Notice how, even though they have put out the closing down signs, they put some xmas decorations on them? How they still feel the festive spirit even in their impending defeat and loss of jobs? w3lya 
Bye Bye Woolies…
Two months ago, she was just getting off the plane, coming home from her yearly european trip…
Her plane was delayed, she was tired, she had a high blood pressure condition, and on the day she arrived, tommorow would be first day of shahar ramadan, su7oor and preperations and all,which means she had slept for only two hours… before collapsing the very next day from a hypertensive intracerebral hemorrhage (i.e. Bleeding inside the brain because her high blood pressure caused a vein to explode)… her collapse put her into a coma… and two weeks later… she was gone.
Her death shook Bu Tootee, my hubby, very very badly. He is mama’s boy, and he had talked to her a little while before her collapse, making plans to meet with her tonight to go to their relatives for ramadan greetings. She told him she was tired today, she might do it tommorow… little did he know that was their last conversation together…
and now, two months later, 45 days after she passed away. One of his brothers calls him, comes over … and gives him a bag with many little bags inside. Telling him this is his mama’s soogha… as prepared by her the night she arrived!!!
My dear Bu Tootee … he cannot stop smiling!!! He had something to do so he dropped me home with the bag, promising he will be back soon insha2 allah to see it’s content, afraid what is inside might spoil in the car… he is the silent type, he won’t say what goes in his heart… he dreams of his mama almost every day… and im sure tonight he will have some thanking to do if he dreams about her…
It is kinda morbid. It is a bag of goodies chosen with love from a person who touched those, packed those, and merely hours later, she was brain dead! She was the kind of person who would open her suitcases the moment she got home, not resting until everything was cleared up and all sowaye’3 (gifts) where put in bags for their recievers… I know this is the last time ever he is recieving something from his mama, i don’t know what to do, do i film it for him? him opening it? I am sure we are both keeping every wrapper from every chocolate we see in that bag… but still…
If you had read the book P.S. I Love You (no, watching the stupid movie where heroin is the ugliest hollywood actress and cast as an american who happens to cross paths with an irish hearthrob, bulldozing away the whole story line, doesnt count)… again if u had read the book, and wept, you would remember with dread the day she recieved the last letter from her dead husband, and how she felt that if she had opened it, thats it! no more things from him? i had been worrying about that chapter and about that letter since i read the first page of the book… and here it is something similar…
I think im going to cry a bit… still waiting for Bo tootee to come home… i kept the bag in the corridor cause im a bit spooked by it actually… i will give a description of its content later… brb
***** UPDATE ******
I took pictures of the whole thing…. i wrote a post about it… i will publish it in a little while…
*****UPDATE 2******
Pictures are available in the next post i have just published… he is happily wearing one of the shoes today for work :~)
