When I grow up…

I want to be a photographer, inshallah. Yes, another one of my phases most probably but it feels very real right now.

It all started at the same time as my blogging career as a reader that is.There are lots of good blogs out there with very good pictures but my number one at the moment is Pioneer Woman’s blog . She is my inspiration at the moment. Not on the cooking front though. She is another superwoman that makes me feel quite inadequate but that’s another story…

 The need to be more creative has taken over my life 😆 I am the least creative person you could ever meet. Always hated art, DT or anything to do with ‘non practicallity’. The only exception would have to be films. I can watch films and read books for my country and my dh’s country too.

Anyway, I am serious (for now anyway) about taking up photography. I have even done a bit of research and this is the camera I intend to play about with, inshallah. As soon as I graduate in June (can not wait!!!) I am going to enrol on a photography course and have fun with the little machine and be out and about taking snapshots of life around me.

People around me (and by that you know who I mean…)are almost taking bets as to the ‘seriousness’ of my new found love. Is it for real? Is it another whim? Only time will tell but right now it is all I think about. Well almost. Did I tell you that I love dramatic arts too? 😆 Do not fear I have NO intentions of becoming an actor of any kind. Mind you there are people out there who  believe teaching is nothing more than acting. The cheek of them!!

What about you dear readers? Any plans for when you grow older or wiser? Any hidden talents waiting to be awaken? Any hobbies you want to experiment with? Let us know, please.

Out of action…

Getting much better though,Alhamdulilah. To make a very long story short…Ended up in A&E Thursday night after 3 days of unbearable pain with a very swollen wrist and hand, thinking that I have broken a bone or something. No bones broken but a extreme case of swelling of the lining of the joints. So, I walked out of the hospital with a splint and a box of anti-inflammatories. Oh ,and with an irritating dh next to me muttering that it was all the computer’s fault. He is adamant that is all the typing that has caused it 😆

Best part of it…no cooking, no cleaning , no chores in general. Worst, quite a lot of pain, no typing, no writing. Alhamdulilah the swelling is gone and tomorrow I am going to remove the ugly splint and see how it goes.

Today I was supposed to cook and entertain a few friends but instead ,because of my poor hand , the little gathering is going to be at another sister’s house. May Allah bless her and all my friends, ameen.

My local is undergoing major changes…

and I love it. Subhanallah, don’t you just love the autumn colours, textures, sounds, feelings… I can’t get enough.

I am not normally one for change. I am quite reluctant to changes or new beginnings, more of a habitual creature but autumn is just one of those things that I am always ready to welcome.

This is what my local park looks like this time of the year, subhanallah.

   

Is it me or is it much harder…

to fast outside of Ramadan? I need to make up nine days in total and it is sooooo hard. I’ve attempted a couple of times but had to give up because of splitting headaches. Alhamdulilah I managed the first day today and I intend to fast again tomorrow inshallah.

Well I guess it’s all to do with the shaytans not been locked up any longer plus my nafs being harder to control. May Allah make it easy for me and you.

I leave you with some pics of my dd12’s (teenage wannabe) R.S project. She’s begged me to put it in my blog and because it fits in well with the subjet matter…voila

 

Another Eid party…

This time the party was on Friday, at work. The school’s PTA organized a fun day for all the children and the teachers in the school.

The day began with a drumming workshop led by an Algerian musician and his brother. We learnt about the different types of drums and their origins as well as having a turn at playing the instruments and trying to put together rhythms and patterns.

  

 

 

 

Next , was lunch delivered to the school by a local pizzeria. Lovely individual pizzas and drinks mashallah. 

As it was Friday , straight after lunch the Juniors went up to the masjid for Juma’a .After salah , games and fun activities back in the classrooms just before going home carrying a party bag. It was indeed a fun day for all Alhamdulilah.

To sheikh or not to sheikh…

that has been my dilemma for quite a while now.

I guess I should begin by saying that I have nothing against sheikhs in general or against people who chose to follow them. I do not intend to offend anyone and least of all,Islam, the religion I choose to practise. My only intention is to share my experiences and my own personal thoughts on the subject. I would also appreciate any input from you, dear readers.

My first memories of Sheikhs…(I am not going to mention any by name, of course) was entering a sister’s house and seeing pictures of a long white bearded man on almost every wall in the house, including a calendar in the kitchen. I could not help going back in time to my catholic upbringing with the pope as guest of honour  in every house in the neighbourhood.

To be honest ,I was quite disturbed by the whole pictures scenario but I respected the sister’s need to follow ‘her sheikh’ (her words not mine) even though I still find it too hard to understand how an intelligent woman like her feels compelled to follow a sheikh no matter what. By the way, I mean ‘no matter what’ literally. Let me give you another example to illustrate it. When a sister ,who follows the same sheikh ,was told by him to have six children she did not doubt it for one minute. Apparently the sheikh had seen her in a dream surrounded by six children and he understood it to be her destiny so guess how many children the sister has? Right answer!

I am an open minded person and I try my best not to be judgemental but there are certain things that I find extremely difficult to comprehend. I understand that there are brothers and sisters who are very knowledgeable and it is their obligation to pass on that knowledge but what I do not understand is the need to follow a sheikh blindly.

Whenever I hear someone say ‘my sheikh says…’ I want to slap them hard on the face and and and …you get the idea. I want to react in the same way when a woman says to me…’my husband says…’ . Woman, I am not interested in your husband’s opinion, I want to know what YOU think. Allah gave you a brain so use it. No, I am not asking anyone to disrespect their husbands what I am saying is that at the end of the day we are responsible for our own actions and when it comes to the crunch, following our husbands blindly is not going to save us. Or is it?

So going back to the topic… Do we need to follow a sheikh and why? More importantly, what do you gain by following a sheikh. I sometimes wish to have someone to turn to when I have doubts and believe you me I have them all the time.

I remember very clearly the night that another friend of mine invited me to her masjid for dhikr. I, being the open minded woman that I am, agreed to come along. ‘The Sheikh’ was in the masjid visiting from his country so everyone was obviously very excited. I was trying my very best to get into it but for some unexplainable reason couldn’t.I could understand to a certain extend the spiritual uplifting they seemed to be feeling. What I could not even bear to watch was all the brothers and sisters forming a human chain, hands on the shoulder of the person in front, to swear allegiance to the sheikh. I think they call it ‘baya’ or something sounding quite similar in Arabic. At that point I had to leave the masjid because I was starting to feel really uncomfortable. Weird I know.

Lately, a sister who I consider very intelligent and knowledgeable (islamically speaking ) sent me an e-mail notifying me of the exact date of Lailatul qudr. She was certain because ‘her sheikh’ had dreamt it. Call me sceptical but I don’t buy it.

So , dear readers, I guess you get my point. I now ask you to share with me your opinion on the subject and if you differ from me please try to explain why. I really want to understand what makes some people choose to follow a certain sheikh’s teachings. What are the benefits?

On a completely different note, back to work tomorrow after two weeks Ramadan holidays. The children don’t start until after tomorrow but the staff have training day. First on the agenda…naseha by sheikh Ahmed 😆 followed by ‘assessment for learning’ inset.

 

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I forgot…

As promised, here are the pics of my hard labour.

Orange marmalad and yogurt cake
Orange marmalad and yogurt cake
 

 

 

Teenage wannabe's cookies
Teenage wannabe

 

 
Carrot and orange marmalade slices ready...
Carrot and orange marmalade slices ready...

 

Lemon muffins
Lemon muffins

 

I stayed up till very late but it was all worth it (did I just say that?!?!). Everyone loved them and I was so happy to have the lovely sisters and their wild children at home for a nice cuppa and lots of laughter.

Ramadan is over but there is reward to be gained in shawal too. In fact , seeking the reward of Allah, our creator, should always be in our minds, hearts and souls no matter what. May Allah continue to bless us always.

Shawal

The month after Ramadan ,Shawal, is on.
Aboo Ayyoob al-Ansaaree narrated: Allaah’s Messenger, sallallaahu `alayhi wa sallam, said: “He who fasts Ramadhaan, and six of Shawwaal, it will be (in terms of rewards) as if the fasted a whole year.” [Reported by Muslim, at-Tirmidhee, Aboo Daawood, Ahmad, Ibn Maajah]

May Allah make it easy for everyone to fulfill this ameen