One bright early morning, after Fajr, I was hungry (as usual!). I tiptoed into the kitchen and looked about. No croissants in the cupboard. Well, that’s what I usually eat. Hmmm. There’s the pack of jelly beans… oh yuck, no way. No more chocolate chip cookies, either! Fruits? Ah, finished. Wait – check the fridge. My eyes scrolled up and down. Salan, aata, yoghurt. Vegetables. Raw eggs, anyone? I slammed the fridge door back and stood thoughtfully. I checked the cupboard again and found some bread – no! – And rusk. Rusk! But there wasn’t any tea. I checked the fridge again, getting a little bored of the whole thing. My eyes fell on the Chocolate Topping. “Yummy, but there’s nothing to put under you, dear!” I said. (I talk to everything.) Just then I remembered the rusk. Why not put the topping on the rusk? Just try, Haadiyah, I told myself. And try I did. It made me think about something other than my rumbling stomach. I squeezed until my knuckles went all white and smeared the thick, sweet-smelling chocolate all over the rusk until it drooped down its edges. Now, it was time to eat it. I opened my mouth. CRUNCH! “Mmmmmm… that was simply… mmm…mmm…DELICIOUS!” I finished the rusk and went back to bed.
The next morning, Mama asked, “Why have you got chocolate all over your chin, Haadiyah?” You know what they say. “Necessity is the mother of invention”! (This is a true story that happened yesterday.)