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For those people who commented that I must have been killed by my ex or Dante, unfortunately for you am still here, alive and kicking!

I was in hospital having my appendix removed after weeks of really bad stomach pains, followed by some home rest at my parents which was great, I forget sometimes how nice it's to be looked after by my mum, who by the way is back from Bangladesh along with the rest of the family.

None of my brothers or sisters wanted to come home so soon even. They spent over three weeks in Bangladesh and wanted to spend the rest of the summer there, but due to bad weather, heavy monsoon, my parents had no choice but to come back to Manchester, much to my relief as I was getting very lonely and the pains in my stomach were getting unbearable.

Instead of going to the doctors, I was stuffing myself with pain killers and then one night Dante had no choice but to take me straight to emergency and the next thing I know I was told that I had appendicitis and needed to have an op straightaway. I was really lucky cos it could've burst.

It's also been so nice to be taken care of especially by a man. My ex husband wouldn't have even known where the hospital was let alone take me. Though my mum has been wondering why my black friend was the one to take me to hospital and suspicions were raised but now that I'm up and about and she's gone back to her daily routine, she seems to have forgotten.

Mum even bumped into Dante the other day.

Dante was outside his friend's shop and mum walked by with my brother. She was heading to her friend's house which was nearby. My brother upon seeing him waved and Dante waved back.

My brother kept on telling mum to at least wave and not be so rude, but mum just wouldn't wave at any man in the streets and usually walks straight without looking at a single soul.

Dante rang me straight away to tell me that he saw my mum almost excited telling me how good she looked for her age.

Later that night mum also mentioned it to me and how Dante was waving at her and my brother.

Maybe one day she will accept him - who knows?

Anyway, last week Dante told me he was seriously considering becoming a Muslim. It took me by surprise. Apparently he's been talking to some black Muslims in Manchester and they've been having deep conversations about it all. They've been talking about the history of Islam and about the muslims in Africa and how Islam (according to the conversation Dante had) had spread through to Africa first before it reached other parts of the world.

Dante had earlier spoken to some other Muslims in Manchester about converting but they seemed to have put him off for a good while. The men he was talking to were Wahabbis/Salafis and seemed to have a very strict view of the religion and scared Dante. He just wouldn't talk about it and I was a bit worried he had become anti-Muslim.

But these other guys he's been talking to actually made him think twice. I don't think it will happen just yet but he's at least talking to the right people I guess and he's much much more positive about it. I've never really mentioned religion to him as I feel if it's something he wants to do then he must do it for himself not because he is with me and feels he has to. Of course it will make life a little easier for me later on if he does.

You know I've been pretty much criticised by a lot of people on this about dating etc etc and that I shouldn't because i'm Muslim. But you know I've got a (what I would consider) a practicing muslim friend who wears the hijab etc and so do all her close friends.

Recently I was at her house and all her friends were over and they were all checking out some Muslim matrimonial site were Muslims brothers and sisters get to meet potential partners. In thought it was a great site and I still do.

Well they were all chatting away to all these Muslim blokes on this site, who wanted to meet them and even talk over the phone etc.

One girl had already met three men from the site and none of them seemed like husband material. It didn't bother me what they did or didn't do, but I found it quite hypocritical that some of these women didn't think what I was doing was right, but yet they were meeting these men and that was OK.

Their excuse was that they were meeting potential husbands and that the number of visits was usually limited to about two or three men, but in my books that's just the same as dating, they're still meeting random men to see if anything will develop and it wasn't just one man but several. When they weren't meeting them, they were chatting online. I just really found it strange!

I told mum about it and she didn't seem surprised at all.

Anyway, I've just remembered. My mum bumped into my ex husband's granddad. He must be in his late 60s/early 70s. Anyway, the old geezer told my mum he recently married a woman half his age in Bangladesh. He even showed her a picture.

He was telling my mum all about it. His wife passed away 10 years ago and he likes to spend half the year in Bangladesh but with hardly anyone there he's lonely so his son arranged his wedding.

My mum told me that one of the other reasons was that when the old geezer was in Bangladesh, it was hard to keep any female helpers cos the randy old git couldn't keep his hands off them and before he could get anyone pregnant and cause a right scandal, his family thought it would be best to get him married! Mum said he looked over the moon. He had come back to Manchester to sort some legal documents out and was flying back to Bangladesh as soon as he could.

Well at least he didn't marry some 16-year-old like many of them do!

I also went to the Afro-Caribbean festival in Manchester last weekend. Wow is what I can say. It was such a great day out. Me and Dante could walk around without anybody staring at us and giving me dirty looks like we got at the Mela. It felt so nice and free to be somewhere were we were both accepted.

The festival itself was very colourful and flamboyant, and boy can the women dance. I was so jealous at the way they can move. And of course the food was so nice. I thought Dante's jerk chicken tasted good until I had some at the festival, the food really is great and no wonder so many of the women have such shapely figures.