Bucket List (Football Match?)

We are only in this dunya (world) for a short while and have a lifetime to tick off our dreams and aspiration. Some lifetimes are shorter then others but those people are able to accomplish as much as or more than an 100 year old individual.

I’ve decided to create a bucket list of things I want to do before I die – sorry to sound morbid but it will happen eventually. Originally I just wanted to write down what I wanted to do on this post but I had a brain spark (very rare but valuable) – I will create a page filled with my selfish wants. Once I complete something on my bucket list I will do a blogpost on it (something to look forward too).

Any suggestions for things for me to do would be pretty cool; but it must be unique and legal (Also Halal- so nothing forbidden by islam i.e. drugs or alcohol – I know there are a few people who want to see me intoxicated but NO.)

I am so productive; I am able to tick off one of the things I’ve always wanted to do – Attend a football match. For the past 4 years I’ve dreamed of attending a football match. A friend told me about an England vs Germany friendly at Wembley stadium. Not only did I get to go to a football match I went to see my favourite team. England fans may want to look away but I am a Germany supporter – I have been for the last 6 years. It felt very weird being the only hijabie to attend the match and a tad scary. Big, built, white English working class guys were attending and they were very rowdy. Automatically I assumed they would have a problem with me because of the relationship between racism and football. Thankfully I just got the odd few stares but nothing serious.

The match was beautiful. Germany played well, even without their best players. When Germany scored, a couple of German supporters stood up but the roaring ‘boo’s from the England supporters quickly quietened their celebration – almost resulting in a fight (My friend called it advance level football banter).

A couple of cockney lads sitting behind us provided rude, crude and hilarious commentary throughout the match. When walking into the stadium you are smacked in the face with the smell of vinegar, fish and hotdogs. You will never forget the smell it becomes embedded in your nostril for a day.

Evidently I had an amazing night and it was a perfect birthday treat to myself. I had good company and caring mates who picked me up from the station also friends whom waited in the cold for me. (I apologise again, you missed the warm up and national anthem sing along because of me)

The post was posted up prematurely so sorry if you only got half the post but you have the full one now. I’ve just found and resparked my writing ability. Had a bad case of writers block. I will do another post in the coming days so ciao for now.

By recording your dreams and goals on paper, you set in motion the process of becoming the person you most want to be. – Mark Victore Hansen