You probably won’t believe me when I tell you about my perfect neighbourhood. Let’s call it Mister Rogers Mr. Raja’s neighbourhood. It’s a Muslimah’s dream. There are about eight of my really good friends living in a 1 km radius of me, most within walking distance.
I know what you’re thinking- that we all became friends after moving here- wrong! We were all part of a tight knit group and then one by one we all moved here! Honestly it’s such an incredible blessing. You should see our neighbourhood in Ramadan! 10 minutes before Iftaar there’s constant ringing of the doorbell and plate after plate of uber yummy food from the families (totally going to post about it in a few months!).
Missing an ingredient? Just walk over to anyone’s home- they’re bound to have it.
Brutal snow storm? You might find your driveway shoveled by a mysterious do–gooder.
Crazy sale? You’ll hear about it on our neighbourhood WhatsApp group – oh and in case you can’t make it to the store someone will pick up the items for you and refuse to let you pay them back.
Not feeling well? Before you even pop a Tylenol there will be food at your door step.. and if you have kids one of the lovely ladies will arrange a spur-of-the-moment play-date , drive over, pick up your kids and let you rest for a few hours!
I forgot to mention the bi-weekly sisters halaqa (Islamic study circle) brunch at one of the houses, the brothers fajr carpool, the spontaneous surprise parties to celebrate pretty much anything (one must always be party ready- the next time the doorbell rings it could be all the girls, dressed up with food, decorations and presents in tow- ready to celebrate your cat’s first tooth)
I bet you don’t believe me.
It seems too perfect right?
Well you’re right- there’s no such thing as perfection and my neighbourhood has an imperfection- it’s me.
I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH YOU LADIES!!!
I believe I manifested into the ‘imperfection’ because the role of perfect neighbour was already taken- I had to balance things out ok?
The real seal of ‘bad neighbour’ was when one of the ladies profusely thanked me for the unbelievably delicious food I had left on her doorstep- it was a real life saver since she had the worst migraine, a virus and was exhausted from feeding the homeless before going to work that morning.
It wasn’t me.
And whoever it was, was trying to remain anonymous on top of being so awesome!.
No, no..this post is not some sort of a confession!! ( I’m a bad neighbour not a bad human being!)
I sheepishly directed her to the most likely do-gooder and internalized the role of loser neighbour.
But not anymore!
Because I have this!
It’s a silicone muffin tray.
Let me explain…
This soft squishy piece of silicone has got to be one of the best things ever invented!
It’s excellent for freezing food and liquids in individual portions. After freezing you simply pop them out and place in freezer bags for later use. Unlike a normal tin muffin tray your food won’t stick to the sides. Especially after a big dinner party when there’s left over food- I just pour them in the tray, freeze it, remove the ‘muffins’ of food and put them in freezer bags. This way I can defrost a single serving instead of a whole bunch.
This thing is a life saver for when you want to make a week’s worth of lunches or want to be extra prepared to keep up with your superhuman neighbours.
I am a Muslimah on a mission. I will no longer be the loser neighbour, I will redeem myself- one sick neighbour at a time!
I made a huge pot of bone broth (recipe coming soon) and froze them in my silicone trays. I am so pumped up and ready. I keep reminding myself it’s wrong to wish for somebody to get sick just so I can be the first one to deliver soup (hmm might have more issues than I know need more than a silicone muffin tray to shed the role of bad neighbour!).
Yes I know the food sent to me was probably freshly prepared from the organic fair trade produce literally grown in their own backyards- but this is the best I can do.. we all gotta start with baby steps right?
All jokes aside , I can’t believe how lucky I am to be surrounded by such an amazing group of people. While trying to play catch up, I have learned so much from each and every one of them. I truly believe Allah swt blessed me with their company to make me a better person. Sometimes when we count blessings we forget to include friends and neighbours to that list. In fact we sometimes don’t even realize how awesome our neighbours are until we have had a bad one.
Just for the record I would be considered a pretty good neighbour by normal neighbourhood standards.
Now I wait…keeping an ear out for sniffling and sneezes.