We trimmed Aisha's hair yesterday. The summer is burning Dubai, and we thought it would have some cooling effect if we removed Aisha'a hair. Earlier, we used to shave her hair, with an expert barber, but here in Dubai we don't know if there are such barbers. We decided to do it ourselves.
When her Dad S came with the trimmer, she was sort of excited. She wanted the trimmer for herself. The sound of the trimmer made her even more delighted her. We thought she would sit still for us. But once we started the trimming, me and my BIL holding Aisha while S doing the trimming, she started yelling. I think the sound frightened her and the bits of hair poking on her body annoyed her. Me and my BIL tried to calm her down with all sorts of mimicry and mono-act, but our actions fell flat. By the time we finished the job, we were exhausted and Aisha was whimpering, and her hair unevenly trimmed. I think I will never ever trim her hair again! I hope her fifth hair cut will be the last, at least for a couple of years.
|Before trimming her hair.|
|After hair is cut.|
|Uneven hair on her head.|
|Dad's creativity on my head!|