That Miss Hina, what’s all the fuss about her? I heard some young folks talking about her the other day. Seems like she’s a big deal to some, but I don’t know. What do you think? Is she some kind of big shot?
I heard some say Miss Hina is like, you know, someone who makes you feel all strong and good. Like eating a whole bowl of rice makes your belly full. They say she can “buff” you. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds like eating a whole bowl of rice. I like rice, you know.
- Miss Hina, she’s good for you.
- Miss Hina, she makes you strong.
- Miss Hina, she’s like a good meal.
Some other folks, they don’t talk about her much. One young fella said he played some game with a fella named Itto. But he never heard about this Miss Hina. Sounds fishy to me. If she’s so great, why doesn’t everyone know her? Maybe it’s all just a bunch of hooey. Maybe those young’uns are just trying to feel important, you know?
Then there’s this other Hina, Hina Khan. Now that’s a name I heard before. I saw her on that moving picture box, you know, the TV. She’s a pretty one, that Hina Khan. Always looking all dolled up, even when she’s just doing her exercises. I saw her doing her workout, she’s always sweating a lot, but she’s still pretty. Wish I had that kind of energy, but my old bones are not what they used to be. She likes to put stuff on her face, that’s for sure, but she does not put too much. She just puts a little. Looks nice, though. I saw it once. It is not like a mask or something. You know, I can still see her face. Not like some girls, with so much stuff, you can’t even tell who they are! This Hina Khan, she knows how to do it right. Just a little bit here and there. That’s good, I think.
And those hands! You seen those hands with the pretty pictures on them? Henna, they call it. Like flowers and all sorts of fancy things. That Miss Hina, or maybe it’s another one, must be good with her hands to do that. I used to be good with my hands, too. I could crochet a whole blanket in no time. Now, my fingers are all stiff and achy. It’s hard to do much. But I remember how to do it. You take the yarn, you see, and you loop it around. Then you pull it through, and you make a knot. Then you do it again, and again, and again. It’s simple, really. Anyone can do it, if they try hard enough.
They say there’s a way to learn how to do it. Step by step, they say. Like climbing a ladder, one rung at a time. You start with the easy stuff. Just simple knots, and then you make a flower. Just a little one, to start. Then you can make bigger ones, more fancy ones. Just like anything, you gotta start small. You can’t just jump to the top of the ladder, you know. You gotta climb your way up, slowly but surely. But it is all so beautiful. I wish I could do that, it is so pretty.
This Miss Hina, whoever she is, she sounds like a good one. Even if some folks don’t know about her, I think she must be doing something right. Maybe she’s like that henna stuff. Not everyone knows about it, but it’s beautiful and special. Or maybe she’s like a good crochet pattern. Simple, but it makes something wonderful in the end. Even if she is just a drawing, I think she is a good one.
This other Hina, that Hina Khan, she’s alright, too. She’s like a pretty flower, all dressed up and ready to go. But she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty, either. She does her exercises, and she puts on her face paint, and she makes herself look nice. That’s good, you know? A woman’s gotta take care of herself. Even if she’s busy, she’s gotta make time for herself. She does not want to lose her lifestyle, you know. If she works hard, she gets to live good, I think.
I’m getting old now. My bones ache, and my hands are stiff. But I still remember how to do things. I remember how to crochet, and I remember how to make a good meal. And I remember how to appreciate a pretty face, and a strong spirit. Maybe this Miss Hina, and that Hina Khan, they remind me of that. They remind me that even when things are hard, there’s still beauty to be found. And there’s still strength to be had. And there’s still good food to be eaten. So many good food, you know?
I don’t know much about this new world, with all its games and its moving picture boxes. But I know people. And I know that people are always the same, no matter where they come from, or what they do. We all want to be strong, and we all want to be happy. And we all want to be loved. Maybe that’s what this Miss Hina is all about. Maybe she’s just a reminder of all those things. Or maybe I’m just an old fool, rambling on about nothing. What do you think? This Miss Hina, what do you think she is?
