Looking up my past

 It all the Fiji stuff to the back of my mind.  We had a great time living with My and Dad until Sadiq found a job in Santa Rosa.  I loved having Riyad around to share the burden and sSadiq was busy getting Interviews to find a job.  Sadiq finally found a job in Santa Rosa, which was near but not too near, and we moved there in the spring.  We had a two bedroom condo near his work, and there were lots of other people our age.  I found friends and we lived well until  the earthquake hit, when I was so jarred by 3 5x8 earthquakes one night.  I wasn’t alone.  My family had me for a week, and then Sadiq moved us to a less valuable place on the second floor of an apartment nearby.  I adjusted again, and  some of the people who had moved from Bismark, South Dakota moved back, even though the company had recollacated to Santa rosa.   A couple of years later I learned that a flood had destroyed Bismark, and so it was a lesson in tragedies that can happen anywhere.  We learned that everyone has tragedies.  I was now taking Riyad to the library a lot and then working at J.C. Penney’s record and Candy department nights and weekends.  I enjoyed it.  As the second baby got closer to the due date, I waited for the birth, and Sadiq came up mostly on weekends.  He was mad at me and the last Saturday he came, I was fortunate in that 14 days after the due date, our daughter Ramiza arrived in 29 minutes.  My father picked me up from the hospital and I spent a week with them before flying down to Goleta. 

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