The Ravens

"Where is he?"

I circled the parking lot, waiting for hubby. Glancing at the clock, I fidgeted. It's five to six. H's soccer practice starts at 6 and it would take a few minutes to get to the field.

"Is that Abi's bike? Go and see if it's his bike," I told S.

She went, came back and shook her head. Two more circling and we finally saw him on the bike.
By the time we got to the field it was a few minutes past 6.

H went through his second soccer practice. At the end of it, the coach came to us and asked,

"Has he ever played before?"

"No, just with me and the sisters," replied hubby.

I was thinking in my head, "Uh oh, he's gonna say H's not cut out for soccer. Here we go."

"He's talented. For someone who's never played before, he caught on real fast," said the coach.

While hubby churned out his thanks for the kind words, I let the compliment sink in. I have to say I'm no expert on soccer. I only watch it because hubby plays it and now, because H plays it. Otherwise, I would NOT be bothered with it. I suppose, H has a 'Khalid Ibn Walid' side to him, which he most probably got from hubby.

All this while he's been showing his 'Zayd Ibn Thabit' side with immense reading. Alhamdulillah. I also just realized how skinny my son is, and I also just realized that H is taller than N, even though N is older. Apparently, N takes after her mother.

"Do you know you team members' names?" I asked H.

"Yeah."

"The boy who you were passing the ball to, what's his name?"

"Yusuf," said H.

"Yusuf?! Are you sure??" I asked.

"Yeah, he said Yusuf."

Interesting. I'll have to keep my eyes really open this Saturday. Either H had hearing problems last Wednesday, or the boy's name really is Yusuf.