Knives! What comes to the minds of people when they hear this word? Those sharp, scary, shiny, stainless steel things. When used in a movie it is usually seen stained with blood from a victim of someone evil. Hmmm...
But let us set this things aside first and let us come to our little peaceful kitchen.
The first time I saw the collection of knives in our kitchen, I thought they were cool. Those were the times when I watched our helper before, Ate Beth cooking.
I wasn't allowed to touch and play with them during those times because they said, "It was DANGEROUS." I was 5 years old then.
When I was 8 years old, I was allowed to touch and use already. I still remember my Auntie's warning then... "Just DON'T play with it." And with my small piping voice, I answered, "Okay."
But my major experiences with these stainless steel objects was when I was 11 years old. Those were the times when they started teaching me how to cook...
Then came the cuts in my fingers, mostly in my index finger or my thumb.
"OUCH!!"
Although I started slicing onions and tomatoes. More cuts came as I started slicing carrots, cabbages, and chayotes. Especially if they were to be sliced into bite-size.
Of all the wounds I've had, I guess the worst is the one I have right now, and I'm 14 years old. It happened on Wednesday, July 15, 2009, while I was slicing cabbage for chicken soup. My left thumb was probably hidden underneath. As I was about to finish slicing it... "Tsak." "Ouch!!"
And there I've done it. I made a wound accidentally that cuts not only through my epidermis, but also through some of my tissues as well... Erm...
It happened during the week when we went to our Grandauntie's house to read the Qur'an from 3-6 pm.
"And Oh! How the wound bled, It made part of our sink red."
I went to read the Qur'an with a white gauze, and came back with it fully stained with bl**d. ;)
-Wassalam
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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