Mooving

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Peeeaaace!

Let's Get A Shura On This

Hands up if you have noticed that my blog seems unfocus, morbid and a bit self obsorbed. Okay, 1, umm 2, 3, okay everyone put your hands down. Why am I all of a sudden being so meloncholy? Everybody who knows me . . . knows that I am usually off-beat in a quirky weird kind of way, masha'Allah? I hope that is good. It's really not in my nature to think so much about myself and usually, I am all about the kids, house, hubby and friends. So, I am working on getting back the old me. I think, I met start using my old blog again on wordpress. The only reason I stayed here, well, because I was enjoying the whole polygyny world, corralled by mizazeez. Now that she's gone and rest of the gang has either stopped blogging or stopped resolving, I think I must go.
So new focuses my physical health/weightloss and old focus homeschooling the home bound.

Later Skater!

Behind Bars

Today a friend told me this arabic phrase:

This life is like a prison and we will not be free until we reached Jannah and for the Kuffar this life is their Jannah and hearafter will be their prison.

She is right. I have to stop being angry and hurt. I need to learn to welcome the trials, embrace them and see them as opportunities. Than . . . I will find saabir and peace.

THE OFFICE

I found this on flickr - my old office in Kenya. Through that tiny door on the right is the gateway to our modest mini-villa. Beyond the door you find a courtyard leading to a maze of buildings, including a guest house, a small guest apartments and houses for your network family. I never could get an acurate count on who really lived below. But I know a meek women named Mwana Aminah was the matriarch on everything on the ground floors and her younger brother Umar was the Chief or Baraza (Kenyans are obbsessed with titles and rubber stamps) who organized everything else.
You would never believe what is hidden behind all that cement. It doesn't look like much, but it is the brain center of several development projects funded by some big name donors. A typical day at work, for one all depends on whether or not the electricity is working. The island is run by diesel engines that break daily. So it has to be rationed. Plus there is not a set schedule, except if a bribe is given you are almost always garanteed lights.
If we had electricity, we would check the emails and print them as quickly as possible, because the lights went out. Forget about internet. We did a lot of siting around and politicing. Most work was done at night on palm covered roof- decks, often under the limited light of a candele (or parafin lamps.)
We had dusty kids running through at any given time, mommies searching? and leaving out with your shoes and strange relationships that were impossible to define. The same goes for my purpose there. However I made myself teaching staff how to type, fix paper jams, taking kids to the doctor, cleaning up wombs, diagnosing ringworm, tutoring school kids, typing, typing, typing, typing and did I say, typing. Alhamdulillah, I was able to organize and partipate two production of community workshops and meet a whole lot of interesting people.
I feel guilty, because once I left, I did a terrible job of keeping touch, which seems odd, because I talk about Kenya soooo much. Insha'Allah, I hope to get back in touch.
I forgot to mention the donkeys!

My Dream Living Room

This is my dream living one of 3 in our http://ghurabiyyah.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeee-haaa.html Ribaa free desert range in the Khaleej. Probably, I would opt for a different color scheme, I live blues and browns with a little bit of gold. Tacky! I have trying to get one here, but the shipping is tres expensive and not worth it. Anyone know a dealer here in the states?

Ohh Stop Your Mess (with a carribean accent)

The Looooow Down

"Sucks to your Asssmaar"

Never will I forget this phrase from our 9th grade study of LOTF (this is what teachers write when they don't feel like writing the name of a book a hundred times a day). This was the first book that I read and learned how to read it analytically using all the catch phrases like allegory, literary illusion, hyperbole, symbolism and foreshadowing.

Since the story took place sometime between WWII and the Vietnam war, what did a chubby asthmatic kid take to control the weezing and caughing? Did they have inhalers or some sort of antiquated version of such? And if you were stranded on a deserted island, Piggy, fat kid, wouldn't he become delerious from a lack of oxygen? Forget about the "beastie" (the pig on the stick) watch out for suffocation.

Why I bring this up, my yearly asthma attack, which usually makes it's debut in November has decided to make an appearence in February. When you have asthma once a year a couple problems arise. 1. your inhalers are always expired. 2. you can't find it. 3. Drs. give you samples, because aren't totally sure you actually have asthma and don't want to commit to a prescription. So, all i have is an emergency only inhaler and I don't feel like paying $20 co-pay to get another. So sucks to my asssmaar!

Stepping Right Along

Alhamdulillah my step-daughter is back. She has decided to call me mommy, which I prefer or some derivative of such. I read my speach to my hubby the one I wrote about in an earlier post and I noticed a stain on his pillow, so I am guessing it went in one ear and leaked out while he during those moonlite hours. So I am bracing myself for STRESS! I didn't want to homeschool everyone, but it looks like that's what is happening (lack of transportation) . So I sucked it up and printed out some work and insha'Allah I will purchase her books next week. She is really behind and needs to be refamiliarized the concept of school work. Why do I always have to be the bad guy?

Where Am I Going?

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These are the places I have been. I would love to add on to this list, but doubt that will happen anytime soon.

What Did I Expect

Your Depression Level: 76%

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