Evolution

I'd love to share this............

2011-10-12T12:26:00.000+02:00

Du'a of Light (Good to recite after Fajr Prayers)

اللَّهُمَّ إنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ رَحْمَةً مِنْ عِنْدِكَ تَهْدِي بِهَا قَلْبِي ، وَ تَجْمَعُ بِهَا شَمْلِي، وَ تَلُمُّ بِهَا شَعَثِي، وَ تَرُدُّ بِهَا أُلْفَتِي، وَتُصْلِحُ بِهَا دَيْنِي، وَ تَحْفَظُ بِهَا غَاءِبِي، وَ تَرْفَعُ بِهَا شَاهِدِي، وَ تُزَكِّي بِهَا عَمَلِي، وَ تُبَيِّضُ بِهَا وَجْهِي، وَ تُلْهِمَنِي بِهَا رُشْدِي، وَ تَقْضِي لِي بِهَا حَاجَتِي، وَ تَعْصِمُنِي بِهَا مِنْ كُلِّ سُوْءٍ، اللَّهُمَّ إنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ إيْمَاناً خَالِصاً يُبَاشِرُ قَلْبِي، وَ يَقِيناً صَادِقاً حَتَّى أَعْلَمَ أَنَّهُ لَنْ يُصِيبَنِي إلَّا مَا كَتَبْتَهُ عَلَيَّ وَ رَضِّنِي بِمَا قَسَمْتَهُ لِي

اللَّهُمَّ إنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ إيْمَاناً صَادِقاً، وَ يَقِيناً لَيْسَ بَعْدَهُ كُفْرٌ، وَ أَسْأَلُكَ رَحْمَةً أَنَالُ بِهَا شَرَفَ كَرَامَتِكَ فِي الدُّنْيَا وَ الْآخِرَةِ. اللَّهُمَّ إنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ الْفَوْزَ عِنْدَ اللِقَاءِ ، وَ الصَّبْرُ عِنْدَ الْقَضَاءِ وَ مَنَازِلَ الشُّهَدَاءِ ، وَ عِيْشَ السُّعَدَاءِ ، وَ النَّصْرَ عَلَى الْأَعْدَاءِ ، وَ مُرَافَقَةَ الْأَنْبِيَاءِ. اللَّهُمَّ إنِّي أُنْزِلُ بِكَ حَاجَتِيْ وَ إنْ ضَعُفَ رَأْيِيْ ، وَ قَصُرَ عَمَلِيْ ، وَ افْتَقَرْتُ إلَى رَحْمَتِكَ ، فَأَسْأَلُكَ يَا قَاضِيَ الْأُمُوْرِ ، وَ يَا شَافِيَ الصُّدُوْرِ ، كَمَا تُجِيْرُ بَيْنَ الْبُحُوْرِ أَنْ تُجِيْرُنِيْ مِنْ عَذَابِ السَّعِيْرِ ، وَ مِنْ دَعْوَةِ الثُّبُوْرِ وَ مِنْ فِتْنَةِ الْقُبُوْرِ

اللَّهُمَّ وَ مَا قَصُرَ عَنْهُ رَأْيِيْ وَ ضَعُفَ عَنْهُ عَمَلِيْ ، وَ لَمْ تَبْلُغْهُ نِيَّتِيْ وَ أُمْنِيَّتِيْ مَنْ خَيْرٍ وَ عَدْتَهُ أَحَداً مِنْ عِبَادِكَ ، أَوْ خَيْرٍ أَنْتَ مُعْطِيَهُ أَحَداً مِنْ خَلْقِكَ ، فَإنِّيْ أَرْغَبُ إلَيِكَ فِيْهِ ، وَ أَسْأَلُكَ إيَّاهُ يَا رَبَّ الْعَالَمِيْنَ.

اللَّهُمَّ اجْعَلْنَا هَادِيْنَ مُهْتَدِيْنَ غَيْرَ ضَالِّيْنَ وَ لا مُضِلِّيْنَ ، حَرْباً لِأَعْدَاءِكَ ، سِلْماً لِأَوْلِيَاءِكَ ، نُحِبُّ بِحُبِّكَ النَّاسَ ، وَ نُعَادِيْ بِعَدَاوَتِكَ مِنْ خَالَفَكَ مِنْ خَلْقِكَ. اللَّهُمَّ هَذَا الدُّعَاءُ ، وَ عَلَيْكَ الْإجَبَةُ ، وَ هَذَا الْجُهْدُ وَ عَلَيْكَ التُّكْلانُ ، وَ إنَّا لِلَّهِ وَ إنَّا إلَيْهِ رَاجِعُوْنَ ، وَ لا حَوْلَ وَ لا قُوَّةَ إلاَّ بَا للهِ الْعَلِيِّ الْعَظِيْمِ

اللَّهُمَّ ذَا الْحَبْلِ الشَّدِيْدِ ، وَ الْأَمْرِ الرَّشِيْدِ ، أَسْأَلُكَ الْأَمْنَ يَوْمَ الْوَعِيْدِ ، وَ الْجَنَّةَ يَوْمَ الْخُلُوْدِ ، مَعَ الْمُقَرَّبِيْنَ الشُهُوْد ، الرُكَّعِ السُّجُوْدِ ، وَ الْمُوْفِيْنَ لَكَ بَالْعُهُوْدِ، إنَّكَ رَحِيْمُ وَدُوْدٌ ، وَ إنَّكَ تَفْعَلُ مَا تُرِيْدُ ، سُبْحَانَ مَنْ تَعَطَّفَ بَالْعِزِّ وَ قَالَ بِهِ ، سُبْحَانَ مَنْ لَبِسَ الْمَجْدَ وَ تَكَرَّمَ بِهِ ، سُبْحَانَ مَنْ لا يَنْبَغِي التَّسْبِيْحُ إلاَّ لَهُ ، سُبْحَانَ ذِي الْفَضْلِ وَ النِّعَمِ ، سُبْحَانَ ذِي الْقُدْرَةِ وَ الْكَرَمِ ، سُبْحَانَ الَّذِيْ أَحْصَى كُلَّ شَيْءٍ بِعِلْمِهِ . اللَّهُمَّ اجْعَلْ لِيْ نُوْراً فِيْ قَلْبِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً فِيْ قَبْرِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً فِيْ سَمْعِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً فِيْ بَصَرِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً فِيْ شَعْرِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً فِيْ بَشَرِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً فِيْ لَحْمِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً فِيْ دَمِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً فِيْ عِظَامِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً مِنْ بَيْنَ يَدَيَّ ، وَ نُوْراً مِنْ خَلْفِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً عَنْ يَمِيْنِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً عَنْ شِمَالِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً مِنْ فَوْقِيْ ، وَ نُوْراً مِنْ تَحْتِيْ ، اللَّهُمَّ زِدْنِيْ نُوْراً ، وَ أَعْظِمْ لِيْ نُوْراً ، وَ اجْعَلْ لِيْ نُوْراً بِرَحْمَتِكَ يَا أَرْحَمَ الرَّاحِمِيْنَ

Allahumma innee as’aluka rahmatan min ‘indika tahdee bihaa qalbee, wa tajma’u bihaa shamlee, wa talummu bihaa sha’athee, wa taruddu bihaa ulfatee, wa tuslihu bihaa deenee, wa tahfathu bihaa ghaa’ibee, wa tarfa’u bihaa shaahidee, wa tuzakkee bihaa ‘amalee, wa tubayyidhu bihaa wajhee, wa tulhimanee bihaa rushdee, wa taqdhee lee bihaa haajatee, wa ta’simunee bihaa min kulli soo’, Allahumma innee as’aluka eemaanan khaalisan yubaashiru qalbee, wa yaqeenan saadiqan hattaa a’lamu annahu lan yuseebanee illa ma katabtahu ‘alayya wa radhdhinee bimaa qasamtahu lee.

Allahumma innee as’aluka eemaanan saadiqan wa yaqeenan laysa ba’dahu kufr, wa as’aluka rahmatan anaalu bihaa sharafa karaamatika fiddunya wal aakhirah, Allahumma innee as’alukal fawza ‘indal liqaa, was sabru ‘indal qadhaa, wa manaazilash shuhadaa, wa ‘eeshas su’adaa, wan nasra ‘alal a’adaa, wa muraafaqatal ambiyaa/

Allahumma innee unzilu bika haajatee wa in dha’ufa ra’yee, wa qasura ‘amalee, waftaqartu ilaa rahmatik, fa as’aluka yaa qadhiyal umoor, wa yaa shaafiyas sudoor, kamaa tujeeru baynal buhoori an tujeerunee min ‘athaabis sa’eer, wa min da’watith thuboor wa min fitnatil quboor. Allahumma wa maa qasura ‘anhu ra’yee wa dha’ufa ‘anhu ‘amalee, wa lam tablugh-hu niyyatee wa umniyyatee min khayrin wa ‘adtahu ahadan min ‘ibaadik, aw khayrin anta mu’tiyahu ahadan min khalqik, fa innee arghabu ilayka feeh, wa as’aluka iyyahu yaa rabbal ‘aalameen.

Allahummaj ‘alnaa haadeena muhtadeena ghayra dhaalleena wa la mudhilleen, harban li a’daa’ik, silman li awliyaa’ik, nuhibbu bi hubbikan naas, wa nu’aadee bi’adaawatika min khaalafaka min khalqik

Allahumma haathad du’aa, wa ‘alaykal ijaabah, wa haathal juhdu wa ‘alaykat tuklaan, wa inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon, wa laa hawla wa laa quwwata illa billahil ‘aliyyil atheem.

Allahumma thal hablish shadeed wal amrir rasheed, as’alukal amna yawmal wa’eed, wal jannata yawmal khulood, arruka’is sujood wal moofeena laka bil ‘uhood, innaka raheemu waduud, wa innaka taf’alu ma tureed. Subhaana man ta’attafa bil ‘izzi wa qaala bih. Subhaana man labisal majda wa takarrama bih, subhaana man laa yambaghit tasbeehu illa lah. Subhaana thil fadhli wan ni’am. Subhaana thil qudrati wal karam. Subhanallathee ahsaa kulla shay’in bi ‘ilmih.

Allahummaj ‘alnee nooran fee qalbee, wa nooran fee qabee, wa nooran fee sam’ee, wa nooran fee basaree, wa nooran fee sha’ree, wa nooran fee basharee, wa nooran dee lahmee, wa nooran fee damee, wa nooran fee ‘ithaamee, wa nooran mim bayna yadayy, wa nooran min khalfee, wa nooran ‘an yameenee, wa nooran ‘an shimaalee, wa nooran min fawqee, wa nooran min tahtee.

Allahumma zidnee nooraa, wa a’thim lee nooraa, waj ‘allee nooraa bi rahmatika yaa arham arraahimeen.

English translation:

O ALLAH, I beseech THEE for THY mercy from THEE to guide my heart, to settle my affairs, to order my disorder, to repel temptation, to reform my conduct, to preserve my secret thoughts to raise up my visible act, to purify my works, to make my face white, to inspire me to walk straight, to direct me aright, to satisfy all my needs and to keep from all evil.

O ALLAH, I beseech THEE for pure faith to fill my heart;

O ALLAH, I beseech THEE for true certainty so that I may know that nothing will befall me except what THOU hast written down for me and for glad acceptance of what THOU hast allotted to me.

O ALLAH I beseech THEE for true and certain faith which no unbelief follows; and I beseech THEE for mercy whereby I may receive the privilege of They regard in this world and the next.

O ALLAH I beseech THEE for patience with destiny, for salvation in the Encounter (on the Day of Judgment), and for the mansions of the martyrs and the life of the blessed, for succor against enemies and the companionship of the prophets.

O ALLAH I come to THEE in my need; my thought is weak, I fall short in my actions, I am in dire need of THY mercy. I therefore beseech THEE, O judge of all things, O Healer of mens breasts, that, as THOU dost rescue from the midst of the seas, THOU would rescue me from the punishment of the Fire, the torment of the tombs and the imprecation of destruction,

O ALLAH; and wherever my thought has been too weak, my actions too imperfect and my intention and desire too ineffective to achieve some good. Thou hast promised to one of THY servants or some good THOU givest to one of THY creatures, I pray and beseech THEE for that, O Lord of the Worlds.

O ALLAH, make us to guide and to be guided aright, not to errand lead astray, at war with THY enemies and at peace with THY friends, loving men with THY love and hostile with THY hostility to those of THY creatures who have oppressed THEE.

O ALLAH, this is my prayer, but it is for THEE to answer, this is my utmost endeavor, but in THEE is my trust. And we are ALLAH’s to HIM we are returning; there is no power nor might save with ALLAH, the high and mighty.

O ALLAH of the faithful covenant and wise command, I beseech THEE to protect me on the day of doom and to grant me Paradise in the day of eternity, along with the saints and the martyrs who bow and prostrate themselves before THEE, and those who fulfill their covenant with THEE, verily THOU art merciful and loving and does what THOU willeth.

Praise be to ALLAH Who is characterized by might and holds it.

Praise be to ALLAH Who is clothed and adorned with glory.

Praise be to ALLAH Who alone is to be praised.

Praise ALLAH for HIS grace and favour.

Praise ALLAH for HIS power and goodness.

Praise ALLAH Whose knowledge encompasses all things.

O ALLAH, grant me light in my heart and light in my tomb, light in my hearing and light in my seeing, light in my hair and light in my skin, light in my flesh and light in my blood and light in my bones, light before me, light behind me, light to right of me, light to left of me, light above me, light beneath me.

O ALLAH, increase my light and give me the greatest light of all. Of THY mercy grant me light, O THOU most merciful.

Ameen, Ameen, Ya Rabbal Alameen!!

A Topic so very close to our hearts.........

2011-10-07T14:01:00.000+02:00

I have been rather quiet...... Not because I have nothing to write about but more that I have too much on my plate for the last few months. I haven't been able to sit down long enough to gather my thoughts.

And then, a few days ago I received an article which I definitely wanted to share. The article focuses on the relationship between Mother-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law but it can be rationalized across all relationships really. What we need to understand, is that there needn't be a 'power struggle' at all. We have and show different kinds of love to each person in our family, whether extended or not. We need to strike a balance.......

ARE YOU OUT-LAWED BY YOUR IN -LAWS?

The ‘mother-in-law joke is an old chestnut that resonates throughout the world, irrespective of class, culture or faith. At its most basic it is woman against woman, a struggle for power, control and establishing boundaries.
It is extremely prevalent in our community that women are raised and programmed to nurture others, especially our children. We reach the point that when we are no longer needed, we feel as if we have been deprived of oxygen. When we have raised our child, be it son or daughter, to the best of our ability, we need to trust their choices, and we have to respect the partner they have taken, however we may disagree. According to Clinical Psychologist, Ferial Johnstone, when two people marry, each one comes with a covert contract of what a marriage should be. This contract is influenced by what they observed in the marriage of their parents, what they have heard from others, as well as the influence of the media. For instance, the young woman may have a mother who had a career, and so she expects that she will be working as well. Her mother in law may have stayed home and will unconsciously judge her for the fact that she is not devoting herself totally to husband and children. Through lack of communication, tension develops. The older woman constantly compares the younger woman with herself and finds her wanting. She in turn picks up that she is not good enough. The tension builds up and results in passive/aggressive behaviour. This eventually results in a full scale blow up when a seemingly insignificant incident acts as a trigger. When we judge others, and have certain expectations, we destroy each other, instead of being supportive and loving.

Johnstone says that most of the time we operate from a power dynamic, we come from a background of either oppression or justice. We oppress others depending on where we are at. Mothers fear the loss of their sons, particularly if she is a very strong person, and has a very close relationship with her son. She feels that no one is really good enough for her son. When she fears losing, either her son, or control, the unconscious behaviour is unjust and unfair.
The young woman, on the other hand, sees a very strong person, and her perception is that she needs to establish her territory. Unconsciously, she sets her boundaries; it is self-protective armour, which enables her to have a safe place in which she can operate.
There are really no evil mothers or daughters in law, each one of us act according to our perception of a situation. Najmunesa Solomon, Cognitive Therapist from PEG, attributes this to VALUES, PERCEPTIONS AND BELIEFS. She says that we all are raised with certain values; these values influence how we view life. Ultimately, these perceptions become our beliefs. In the case of the woman whose mother worked outside the home, she believes that she does not have to stay home, she can have a career. The mother who had always sacrificed her own needs for her husband and children believes that her way is the best way.
Another example is when a young woman learns that her mother had suffered under her own mother in-law. This colors her perception of what it will be like when she some day gets married. Unconsciously she builds up a resistance to possible abuse, and sets her boundaries from the outset. The mother in-law, who may be an angel, becomes aware of this, and reacts accordingly. Unfortunately, we are unaware of how our perceptions influence what we believe should be, and we end ripping each other apart.

So what is the solution?

The Older woman
• Women need to realise that our children come through us, not for us. They are entrusted to us By Allah, but they belong to the future.
• As difficult as it may be to accept, they reach the stage when they no longer need us, they will not run to mother with every little problem.
• Once you realise this, you have a choice: either chew your nails and wail ‘my child does not need/want/love me anymore, and in most case blame the daughter in law; or you can pat yourself on the shoulder, not with Kibr, but in gratitude, and say: ‘Alhamdulillah, I did a good job”
• If she gives you grief, try not to complain to your son, the last thing a man wants to do is choose between his wife and mother.
• Trust, respect and accept your child’s choice of a life partner.
• Motherhood moves in phases. Like royalty, when the new queen is crowned, the older woman becomes the dowager, and this role can be very rewarding. You now have all the pleasure, and none of the responsibility.
• Realise that you will always be your son’s mother, but you can never be his wife.
• Respect your new daughter, Allah has chosen her to bring your grand children into the world. If for nothing else, honour her for this.
• Think back to how you felt as a new bride, all fired up with importance. Recognise where she is at and try for compassion.

The Younger woman
• Try to focus on the fact that your mother-in-law was chosen to bring your husband into the world. If for nothing else, honour her for this.
• If she gives you grief, try not to complain to your husband, the last thing a man wants to do is choose between his wife and mother.
• The best thing to do is to tell her how she makes you feel, but do this with love and compassion.
• If this does not help, just be pleasant and try to avoid too much contact.
• As Ferial Johnstone says, communication is the key, but communication done in anger and frustration is counter –productive.
• Make your marriage contract overt, that is, spell out your expectations.
• A good thing to do, according to Najmunesa Solomon, is for the young people to list 10 values that they got from their respective families, compare them and focus on the similarities. Most marriages founder on the differences in values, which can be as low as only one or two.
• Realise that you are the wife, but you can never be his mother. Jannah lies at the feet of the mother; it will be a supreme act of love if you help your husband to attain his Jannah.
• Look at your children, try to see yourself as a mother in-law; with compassion, and try to understand where she is at.

Finally, do not be tempted to fall into PHDS (pull her down syndrome). There is no point in two women metaphorically trying to destroy each other. You both love the same man, and if you have nothing else in common, hold onto this fact, for the sake of Allah.
Jasmine Khan

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Uthmaan cooks his first full meal!!

2011-02-28T00:37:00.000+02:00

TA DAAAAAAA!!

Mince, roasted vegetables & pasta bake

I guess when your mother spends most of her spare time in the kitchen, it's bound to rub off sooner than later. My kids love pottering around in the kitchen, but lets face it, cleaning up afterward can be such a mission :D

During the week I had such a hectic day that I decided to ask Uthmaan to help out with the making of supper. Since starting with his Haafithul Quraan program this year, he doesn't attend madrassah during the afternoon any longer. With a fast tutorial from me over the telephone, on what was to be made, I let him get to it.

I couldn't wait for the day to end so that I could make my way home to see what he had come up with. As I disembarked the bus, my hand phone let off a beep. Incoming message from Uthmaan!!

"Mom, the food's almost done!!"

Waaaaaahhhhh! I almost ran all the way home! :D

What greeted me as I walked through the door was the aromatic smell of grilled cheese, YUMS! We quickly set the table and everyone sat down to dig in. Now, mind you, meal times can be quite raucous at my home. The girls were reminding Uthmaan of the first time he helped out with the making of food. Poor Uthmaan! I don't think he'll ever live that experience down :D

I made some brown lentils stew and asked him to watch the pot for me as I had to run an errand. When I returned, he had added uncooked macaroni to the stew, LOL! It wasn't a train smash though, it was still edible, hehehehe.

This time around, he proved his sisters wrong, hehehehe! The food was delish! Just a bit short of salt and the bottom stuck a bit to the oven dish because he had forgotten to spray it with cooking spray.

There was a bonus though! While he was cooking he cleaned the kitchen too! Awwww, such a sweet boy is he!

This is my attempt at luring...........

2011-02-25T16:00:00.010+02:00

all the international readers of my blog to visit CT!

I'm sure all of you know by now just how much I love the Mother City, not to mention it's most beautiful tourist attraction, Table Mountain! I have mentioned this on occasion here, here, here, here and here.

Yesterday Caroline sent me this link and I was mesmerized once again!!

The link shows a panoramic view from Table Mountain during the full moon. There's a group of hikers (anyone can join) who trek up every full moon to experience this most spectacular sight. I have yet to hike up at night but I've never been brave enough :D

Go on! Have a look!

But don't blame me if you find yourself suddenly yearning to visit ok :D

PS : Don't forget to drag your mouse to get the full effect!

What's wrong with this pic??

2010-07-28T21:19:00.002+02:00

En route to the bus stop every evening, I walk pass this building. Can you spot what's wrong here??

Come on...... I know you see what I see :D

If you believed that one person............

2010-07-25T23:59:00.000+02:00

.... couldn't make a difference. Then you hadn't met Dalilah Tamrin / Raden Galoh!

I started blogging just over two years ago and Dalilah's blog was one of the first I stumbled on. This courageous woman was the epitome of strength and perseverance! Every post she wrote brought to the fore every emotion you could think of. But what struck me the most was her faith, her strong sense of belief that whatever came her way were Allah's blessings. The more He tested her, the more she pulled closer to Him.

Dalilah had been diagnosed with breast cancer in her thirties. Not one to let her situation get the better of her, she set about educating those around her. She did this by means of her blog, motivational speaking at various universities and seminars, and later publishing her book recording her journey fighting the big C.

When I visited KL last year, one of the highlights of my trip was meeting Dalilah face to face. She had the most endearing smile. As I look through my pix of her and those posted by fellow bloggers, that's what stands out most. She had touched each person differently, all the blog posts written after her passing bears testament to that.

I had been texting Sis D during her Umrah to the Holy cities. She wasn't doing too well and was eventually confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her visit. I was glad that her husband had decided to take the journey with her. Though her health was deteriorating, when asked how she was doing, 'Alghumdulillah', would always be her reply. No complaints whatsoever!

The weekend before her passing I had this unsettling feeling that I just couldn't shake. I had just come home from visiting my mom and was standing in the kitchen. From the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a lady wearing hijab. It happened so quickly, like these incidents do and nearly scared me half to death in the process. The unsettling feeling grew with intensity and as I crawled into bed I hoped that sleep would come.

But I tossed and turned the whole night not getting any shut eye. Around 3:30am local time I received a text message from Yani. I knew before I opened the message what news it would relay. You have no idea how much I wanted to be in KL at that very moment! But all I could do was say a du'a and cry.

And cry I did, when I saw the tributes pouring in on Sis D's blog, her FB page and the status' of mutual friends. That one person could have such an effect on those they made contact with, no matter how brief, was just miraculous. I was so moved, I don't think I've seen anything like it! Sis D had certainly raised the bar. May Allah have mercy on her soul and may she be placed amongst the pious, Insha-Allah Ameen!

I shall miss you terribly!

Al-Fatihah..........

Just when I thought I was an Anuar Zain fan......

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....... I happened upon this video on youtube. My kids were so tired of me listening to Lelaki ini that when they saw this video they kept wanting to watch it. She's so adorable and the facial expressions are priceless!

Enjoy!

I have been tagged.....

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by Naz and since I've never been tagged before I thought I'd give it a go! So here goes.....

The rule:

1. Go to your photo files… select the 8th photo folder
2. Select the 8th photo in that folder
3. Post that photo along with the story behind it
4. Then challenge 8 blogging friends to do the same.

As fate would have it, the picture I have chosen is this one!! Strangely enough, it's also a scenic pic.

It was taken one afternoon after leaving the office. I walk through the Company Gardens every afternoon to the bus terminal. I love the walk because I get my fix of the awesome sight of Table Mountain! Not that I can't see it from any other point, it's quite hard to miss, hehehe.

Being one to always have my camera in my bag, I couldn't miss the opportunity of catching a pic of this landmark in all it's glory, being covered by a 'tablecloth.' It's truly a remarkable sight to behold. A travel to the top of the mountain by cable car is a must for anyone visiting CT.

During summer one can see the car windows glistening in the sun as many people queue to take a ride on the cable car. The cable car rotates a full 360 degrees as it makes it's way to the top of the mountain. The view is mesmerizing and there's nothing like it!

These are the bloggers I am tagging:

Yani
KT
Shaheema
Tina
Dalilah
Elisa
Ida
Saya

Have fun!!

The passing of an angel

2010-03-11T09:35:00.001+02:00

I received the text message Sunday afternoon just before Asr prayers. When I saw her name on my screen I didn't think the message would deliver bad news. I was expecting, "Hey, when are you going to pay me a visit??"

But as the message opened, the words on the screen screamed at me! It took some time for my brain to register, but the look of disbelief on my face said it all! I burst into tears. My mom looked at me, completely taken by surprise, "What's wrong?"

NH's five year old son had passed on to Raghmatullah. Z had been diagnosed at the age of 2 with a rare form of cancer. Shocked by the news, NH and hubby took everything in their stride. Z attended regular visits for the next 2 years at the Red Cross Children's Hospital. Z's ill health prompted NH to give up her job to look after him full time.

He recovered fully until late last year when the tumors returned. Sadly, this time, the tumors were spread throughout his body. NH kept this news to herself until about a week ago. Perhaps it was her way of making peace with the fact that her son was dying, I don't know. What I do know, is that as a mother myself, I would not have the strength to bury a child. The loss would send me over the edge into an abyss of sadness.

I am in awe of her strength, her acceptance and her patience. What was even more amazing for me was that her patience had spilled over to Z. He accepted his condition with such maturity. Mother and son would never complain and it was as if they were in-sync with one another. She never left him alone and would see to his every need.

One thing NH remembers very fondly was that Z loved the way his mom smelled. He would often tease her by saying, "I love the way you smell mommy, I'm going to eat you up." And NH would offer in return, "But then you won't have a mommy any longer." Z would then say, "Then I'll just have to have one bite!"

Z died in his mother's arms just after Thuhr prayers on 7 March 2010. May Allah have mercy on his soul Ameen!

Al-Fatihah......

In my attempt to highlight...........

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the abuse and atrocities children face at the hand of adults, I'd like to share this poem with you. It was sent to me by a friend just days after I had first visited the foster home. Strange thing is, she didn't know of my visit when she sent it!

Daddy.... It hurts.

My name is Chris, I am three.
My eyes are swollen, I cannot see.
I must be stupid, I must be bad.
What else could have made my daddy so mad??

I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly.
Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all.
Or else I am locked up all day long.

When I'm awake, I'm all alone.
The house is dark, my folks aren't home.
When my mom does come home, I'll try and be nice.
So maybe I'll just get one whipping tonight.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back from Charlie's bar
I hear him curse, my name is called.
I press myself against the wall.

I tried to hide from his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words.
He says it's my fault he suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me, and yells at me more.
I finally get free and run to the door.
He's already locked it, and I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me, against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor, with my bones nearly broken.
And my daddy continues, with more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!' , I scream, but it's now much too late
His face has been twisted, into an unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain, again and again.
Oh please God have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops and heads for the door.
While I lay there motionless, sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris, I am three.
Tonight my daddy murdered me.

Here goes........ Part 3

2010-03-05T17:08:00.000+02:00

Cooking some cuppies in the microwave went very quickly. But because they weren't being supported in a muffin tray, the dough spread the paper cup out wide. We ended up with big, flat cuppies, hehehe. But the texture and taste were there!

I also baked some in the mini oven, which was a bit of a mission because I had to turn the thermostat up and down so the cuppies wouldn't burn. I made on the chocolate butter icing in the meanwhile.

While we were waiting for the cakes to cool down the kids set up a party table with sweets, chips, cold drinks and biscuits. It's amazing how excited they were just to get the party started. The looks on their faces said it all! A reminder to all of us who take these little things for granted!

Everyone gathered in the living room. Once all the children were settled down, AH asked the birthday boy to stand up and everyone joined in singing him a happy birthday. Now they could get down to the nitty gritty, EATING! The children concurred that the cuppies tasted YUMMEH! The look of accomplishment on their faces was enough to make me realize that I had to come back and do some baking activities with them at least twice a month.

It was then that A and AH started talking of some of the children's circumstances and how they came to be residents at the foster home. My apprehension returned with a vengeance! As I sat there listening to AH recount the horrendous stories (I shall not divulge any stories here as they were told in confidence and I feel that our society has become desensitized by all the reports in the media. Sad to say that abuse has become an every day occurrence!) my mind struggled to comprehend what was being relayed.

Oh God, how I fought the tears burning my lids, but I could not relent. I personally know so many females who have been victims of molestation or sexual abuse and each one had a different way of dealing with the humiliation and degradation. Most, if not all of them had suffered at the hands of a family member.

Twenty years ago these tales were not spoken of because it was a taboo subject. Victims were not afforded support, the deed was never spoken of and everything was swept under the carpet so to speak.

On one occasion I happened to be present when a family member confronted her daughter's abuser. He was a minor (16 years old) at the time, so his parents were present as well. The reaction of the boy's mother eluded to the mentality of yesteryear.

Narrow minded.

Her words: "If it were my daughter, I would have said nothing!" I had to restrain myself from reacting in a very physical way!

The questions I ask is: 'Where does it end??'

How many more children are to suffer??

Is this the sign of things to come??

Is it going to get worse before it gets better??

Do we realize what kind of legacy we're leaving behind for the next generation??

What scares me most is that we are supposed to be evolving as a specie, yet everywhere are signs of the times of Jaahiliyah??

That afternoon as I left the children behind to go home, my mind wandered endlessly. A and MS helped me carry the baking apparatus to my door. I greeted and hugged them before they made their way to their respective homes.

As I closed the door behind me, I finally relented to the tears.........

I cried for the children's pain...... I cried for the innocence lost......... and I cried for the many more who are still to suffer!

MAY ALLAH PROTECT THEM ALL!

I don't know why you're so far away..........

2010-03-02T11:59:00.000+02:00

Here goes........ Part 2

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The home is situated in Eerste Rivier. I'm familiar with the location as my dad resided in the vicinity before moving to JHB. My sis and I had traveled to the station every day to take a train to school. Some memories came flashing back.

A's words brought me out of my reverie, "We're here. Just look at their faces!!" As I looked up, the children who were playing in front of the house spotted A's car and made their way to the gate. The expression on their faces were of pure joy!

A didn't have a chance to get out of the car properly. The children swarmed her, all vying for her attention. She hugged and kissed every one of them. I stood one side, trying to be inconspicuous and trying very hard not to cry. Yeah, I know, I'm such a wuss! At that moment I felt a soft touch on my leg. As I looked down, I looked into these big, beautiful, fragile brown eyes. With her arms outstretched, the little girl beckoned me to pick her up.

I leaned over and scooped her up. She was as light as a feather, dressed in pink pants and striped pink and white sweater. Her hair was beautifully braided. I hugged her fiercely and pecked her on the cheek. "Hello my darling. What's your name??" I said. "Her name's Whitney," said A. "Say hello to Aunty Shahieda," A coaxed her. Whitney just gave me a shy smile.

Whitney with Mercia Lee and Bernie, a volunteer at the home

I tried putting Whitney down to help MS take the goodies out of the car but she wouldn't let me. The other boys were so eager to help MS so I let them do their thing and walked to the entrance of the house. I was introduced to the foster mom, AP. And the other volunteers who came to lend a hand were busy in the kitchen. Aunty A is a granny who comes in to help AP with the washing of the children's laundry. During the whole time I was there she was busy with laundry! Imagine the amount of school clothes that needs to be washed for 16 children?? Where she got the energy from, God knows!

AP in red, AA in navy blue and another volunteer.

I was shown to an area where I could conduct the baking session. The children were so excited, all of them were falling over their feet to help set up. I decided to make a double batch of chocolate cuppies seeing that we were celebrating a birthday as well. I asked one of the bigger girls to help me start off and she began breaking the eggs into a bowl. Then a little boy helped measure the sugar. Another measured the flour for me, and another measured the cocoa, then the baking powder and so forth. Until all the ingredients needed for the cuppies were ready to be used.

Me doing my thing

The Congolese girl enjoyed herself thoroughly!!

The little boy in blue who also wanted to mix!

A younger Congolese girl started beating the eggs and the sugar till it was pale and thick. I explained what she was doing as she went along. The children were enthralled! A little boy touched me on the arm and asked if he could get a chance to mix, hehehehe, I acquiesced his request.

It's so chocolaty!!

As I added the dry ingredients to the egg mixture, there were squeals of delight! I explained that the dry ingredients were to be added slowly and the mixture was not to be beaten very much. The mixture started changing color at this point and the children shouted with glee! They noted how chocolaty it was, licking their lips at the same time! Clearly, they were enjoying the demonstration. And so was I, so much so, that I had forgotten my apprehension.

I then asked for a few tablespoons and fetched the cupcake holders. I had brought along the silicone ones I had bought in KL and the paper ones I had bought earlier at the supermarket. All the children gathered around the table as I gave each one a cup to fill. There were giggles and squeals as the dough was scooped and how messy it was too!! But that was part of the fun! Even Whitney wanted to get in on the action! MS' helped her onto the table where she helped herself to some dough.

All the kids scooping dough into the cuppies!!

Cousin MS helping Whitney with her cuppie

I retreated to the kitchen to switch on the oven. A had brought along her brother's mini oven because the stove at the home was not working. Ten minutes were spent trying to figure out how it worked, hahahaha. I also realized that my muffin tins were wayyyy too big to place in the oven. I prayed hard that the cuppies didn't flop as I wanted to see the children's faces when they saw the fruits of their labor. I also decided to place some of the cups in the microwave to save some time.

Hmmmm, me can't wait! Messy innit??!

I could hear the commotion from the kitchen still. Apparently some of the kids were already eating of the cuppies because they couldn't wait long enough for it to bake finish, hehehe. AP was scolding at them in a playful way. "If you're going to eat the dough now, there'll be nothing left to bake and we won't be able to have a birthday party," she told them. This revelation was enough to stop the children from finishing the dough off all together!!

Still to come: The birthday party and my reaction when I was told how some of the children came to be at the home.

Here goes...........

2010-02-17T10:15:00.002+02:00

About two years back I had an epiphany with regards to upliftment in the community. I thought that I could offer baking lessons / demonstrations to those who wanted to learn. As one gets older, the need arises to want to give back to the community.

Orphanages came to mind, children are quite impressionable and willing to learn.

Two weeks ago I met A (albeit virtually), who is a FB contact of MS. I told A what I had in mind and she mentioned that she knew of a home where I could give the baking sessions. You can just imagine my excitement!! A and I exchanged contact details and arranged a time and date to get the project going. Fortunately for me, one of the children would be celebrating his birthday on the first session! Even more excitement!

The day dawned cool and full of promise. I wasn't feeling very well, as I had been walking around the whole week with wet hair. I felt like I had a huge frog in my throat. My swimming sessions were doing me a world of good but I needed to get a waterproof cap to swim in. Not wanting to disappoint the kids, I popped some meds and made my way to the mall for some baking goodies. A would fetch me in the next hour.

A had twisted MS' arm into joining us. So she would pick him up first, then me. I called A to find out what goodies she had bought already, not wanting to duplicate anything. During our conversation I heard the words safe house / foster home. The warning bells in my head were ringing like mad!!

I kept thinking "How did I miss that??" Surely I would have noted that it was a safe house / foster home and NOT an orphanage. A home for abused children. My mind was racing, I couldn't pull out now, even if I wanted to.

This bit of information changed everything.

This bit of information opened doors to dark places I would rather not visit!

Breathing in deeply and trying to stay calm, I focused on getting out of the shopping mall and made my way home. I packed in all the goodies I would need for the baking session. By this time I was working on autopilot. This is what normally happens when the walls go up. It's my only means of shielding myself emotionally. A had arrived, MS helped me with the goodies to the car. I hugged and greeted A, jumped into the front seat and off we went.

My apprehension dissipated a bit as A started speaking about the outstanding work being done at the home. The foster mother is a remarkable woman who often uses her own money (just over R1500.00) to care for the children left in her care. Majority of them have been abandoned and sexually abused by family members.

Yes, I did say family members! This includes mothers, fathers and grandparents!

To be continued..............

Soothing my soul

2010-02-15T16:38:00.003+02:00

I need to blog about my weekend experience to get it out of my system and make peace with it, but for now I just wish to soothe my emotions with this song by Kenny G. Those who know me very well, will know that I am out of sorts when I start listening to his music constantly.

“Why are you hiding your body??”

2010-02-11T15:17:00.004+02:00

B asked while we were getting coffee before returning to my desk. The common question was normally:

“Why do you wear a headscarf??” or

“Why do you cover up?”

This was the first time someone used the word ‘hiding.’

“What makes you think I’m hiding my body??” I asked with a smile. “Well, you’re slim and such a beautiful woman, if I were you I wouldn’t hide my body at all!!” B said. “But I don’t see the need to expose myself, I feel comfortable with what I am wearing and I love wearing my headscarf. Its part of who I am, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder no?? Ultimately, it’s a personal choice one makes.” was my response.

“To be quite honest, I wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing short dresses, short skirts or tight pants. “Neither would I feel comfortable wearing garments that have no sleeves at all, unless I wear something underneath,” I went on explaining.

“And furthermore, it’s an extension of my religion to dress modestly. Only males who are closely related to me, will see me without my headscarf and that pertains to being indoors only,” I added.

Ever since I was a young girl, I wore hijab. My dad was adamant with regards to this. The moment I walked out the door I had to make sure that my scarf was on my head and that my body was covered. I do not regret it for one moment! Being the oldest child in the family, I had to set an example.

My mother says a woman wearing hijab is at her most beautiful. It doesn’t matter what race, color or creed, wearing it sets her apart. While visiting KL, I fell in love with the tudung. It’s such a simple, yet beautiful headdress. All you have to do is slip it on and off you go!

My favorite tudung!

There was a time in my life when I discarded the wearing of hijab, it was just after the divorce. I felt quite rebellious, wanting to place blame for a marriage gone wrong! Astaghfirullah! May Allah forgive me for my shortcomings! But that phase soon passed when I started attracting too much attention from the male species. The wolf whistles and comments were enough to stop me in my tracks. Grrrrrrrr!

While looking through some photos I had on my camera, B spied one of me not wearing hijab. “Oh my gosh, that’s you without your headscarf!” she exclaimed. With a look of total astonishment she said, “I understand now why you cover up, you’ll get yourself into a whole lot of trouble if you didn’t!”

B was obviously being very dramatic, but she was right, I would get myself into a whole lot of trouble with Him!

Please accept my humble apologies!

2010-01-21T16:56:00.002+02:00

Before I continue updating my blog with regards to my trip to Malaysia, I’d like to clear up a misunderstanding with my SA family and friends.

It has come to my attention that there is some confusion with regards to my use of the bahasa word ‘Kak.’ Please let me explain.

The full word in bahasa is ‘kakak’ which means sister, in short ‘kak’ meaning sis. During my stay in Malaysia, I was very hesitant and still am, to vocalize the word amongst my Malaysian friends. My hesitancy is / was not out of disrespect but more out of offending the next person.

Why you may ask??

Because the word ‘kak’ in Afrikaans is actually a profanity! LOL! And use of the word would raise more than just an eyebrow! So, on this side of the world I would be cursing should I use it. You can just imagine the look of disdain on my kids’ faces when they found me reading ‘Kak Teh’s’ blog.

“Mummy, why are you reading that lady’s blog??”

“The Aunty’s name has a swear word in it!”

And so, mummy had to explain. After explaining what the word actually meant, the kids finally relented. After the first few days of learning the ‘new’ word, whenever their cousins would visit they’d go into a whole descriptive analysis of the word itself. And this would end with a whole bang lot of kids giggling.

So, to my SA readers, please forgive me if I have offended you in any way. That was surely not my intention. It serves me right I suppose, I should have explained beforehand.

And to my Malaysian friends, please do not feel offended if I do not address you as you should be.

It’s a catch 22 situation innit??

First blog entry for 2010

2010-01-14T00:16:00.004+02:00

I have been threatening to blog since my return from KL, but haven't had the time to until now, that is. With the kids who started school earlier this week, me having to return to normalcy at work, you can just imagine what a mission that has been. I had hardly set foot on Capetonian soil when my phone started ringing for cake once again!!

My stay in KL was an awesome one!! Made memorable by the many bloggers, Facebook friends and Sayang of course. I had no idea I would meet up and network with so many. And the Malaysian hospitality was out of this world.

My first few days there saw me being taken around by Faridah,

shopping for tudungs and various other goodies, attending a book launch at the Marriott Hotel,

the wedding reception of Kak Teh's nephew

and dinner at Yani's home. Thereafter, I was invited to the Lake Club for dinner by Kak Puteri. Chinese cuisine was on the menu and I had my first try of tofu. Man, it was good!

After dinner we made our way to a karaoke session. No, I cannot sing to save my life, hehehe!! But did Kak Puteri sing! She has an amazing voice.

After leaving the Lake Club, Yani and husband decided to take me to Petaling street. Here you can find all branded goods at the fraction of the cost. Unfortunately by the time we arrived most of the stalls were being packed up.

To be continued..........................

Nisa

2009-12-13T20:32:00.005+02:00

She's been a constant support to me from the word go. From the day we met, there was a dynamic connection that would change our lives for the better, and bring with it a friendship that would see me through many a trials and tribulations.

Nisa & I met almost ten years ago when I arrived at her home for a job interview. I had no idea that within the next six months my marriage would fall apart and she would be my fiercest cheerleader. Keeping me sane and reminding me constantly that I was stronger than I thought I was and that the kids were my number one priority.

I threw myself into my work, but slowly begun opening up to her with my woes. We were so similar in our thinking, hobbies, reading material and even the experiences we had as children. I had found a confidante, someone I could share everything with, who understood exactly where I was coming from.

We worked together for four years, when her marriage hit rock bottom. I was there, her constant support, her shoulder to cry on, her confidante. I identified with her in so many ways. She, like I, tried her best to cushion her children from the after effects of a messy divorce. I think women are built that way, nurturing protectors, no matter the cost.

Because the business she had was co-owned with her then husband. The situation at the office became somewhat tense and not conducive to amicable working conditions. According to her husband I was on 'her side' so he made it quite difficult for both of us. It was this reason that forced me to find another job.

That didn't stop us from keeping contact though. Emails, phone calls and sms'es let me know how she was coping. This mode of communication was the scene for the next 2 years. Then I received an sms to let me know that she was remarrying. I was ecstatic! I had met the guy before. It was someone she could really relate to, he was after all a very good friend first before he became her husband.

After that we lost touch and recently I received an email from her asking me to visit. She missed the conversations and according to her, I was the only person beside her present husband, who knew what made her tick. Two weeks ago, the kids and I visited her. Was I blown away by the transformation that had taken place with her and her home.

When I last saw her, there were renovations taking place. She, being the artistic type, had done the renovations herself with the help of hubby dearest, who was a building contractor. They make such a great team!! Her home is a tribute to her sense of decor and style. She loves hosting family get togethers and parties.

She also does abstract oil paintings and was commissioned by a hotel in Long Street to provide them with 150 paintings in one week!!

Yes, I said one week! And each painting was different from the next! I was in awe with the paintings that was done during the time I had visited. Clearly she was able to express herself better in the new environment she was in. She had grown tremendously!

She couldn't believe how fast my kids have grown up. And she was in awe of me too, of the continued growth and the milestones that have been reached.

For she, like me, knows exactly what it's like to hit rock bottom and then lift your head high and take whatever life brings your way and make it work!!

No matter what!!

The latest addition to the family

2009-12-09T19:10:00.005+02:00

On the 13th November 2009, I received an sms from my mum. It read, "Faghriyya rushed to hospital this morning!!"

Everyone was taken by surprise because the little one was only due by the end of November, 27th November to be exact. Faghriyya's little bundle of joy couldn't wait that long, hehehe. And mother was receiving an early birthday present as she celebrated her birthday on the 14th, a day after the little one's arrival.

Just two weeks before his arrival, Faghriyya and I were saying how funny it would be if baby was born before the 21st November. This would make him a Scorpio and that would mean that mum, dad and baby were Scorpios, eek!

Imagine that??!! Three Scorpios under one roof!

The parents had not chosen a name for him yet, as they were too elated that the pregnancy had gone so well. Faghriyya had growths on her ovaries previously and was struggling to conceive. One of her ovaries were eventually removed. The news of her conception was therefore greeted with much elation, Alghumdulillah!!

The name giving ceremony took place the Sunday after his birth. On arriving at Faghriyya's home, I was ecstatic to discover that they had chosen the name, Muhammad Shahied, Masha-Allah! I finally had a namesake in the family, hehehe!

May Allah guide him on the right path. May he be an obedient boy to his parents and elders. May joy, happiness & prosperity shine on him always, Insha-Allah Ameen!

FIFA 2010 fever hits Cape Town

2009-12-08T19:45:00.003+02:00

I'm not really a soccer fan and haven't sat down to watch a game. But the furore surrounding the recent draw that took place at the CTICC had me glued to my tv screen!

South Africa, or Cape Town I should rather say, has proved that it can rise to the occasion when required to host an event of this magnitude, if the draw is anything to go by. The FIFA Fest party that was hosted in Long Street, Cape Town, was a huge success, drawing something like 60 000 people! And that was only the count by late afternoon, more people made their way to the venue after leaving their offices for the day.

Seeing as our offices were a stones throw away from the venue Caroline, Blonde, Roger & I decided to take a walk during lunch. We were amazed by the activities taking place already. The weather was perfect with Table Mountain looming in the background. A few local SA bands were expected to play throughout the day, Alister Izobel was on stage during the time we were there. And had the crowd singing to the song 'Welcome to Cape Town'

Also making an appearance were the contestants of the Miss World Pageant being hosted in Johannesburg within the next few days. There were cultural bands playing drums & xylophones, instruments associated with the beat of Africa.

While we were walking around in Long street, Remi had decided to get some Nandos for lunch. Waiting for his lunch he noticed a few guys dressed in suits, upon closer inspection, he realized that David Beckham was standing a few feet away!! He managed to pull out his phone to snap a pic, not a very good one of Beckham though. But what was quite hilarious about his pic, was the fact that everyone in Nandos had managed to snap away with their hand phones!! And he had caught this commotion in his pic, hahahaha!!

I sure hope that Cape Town gets to host the final match, it's sure to be a thriller! I can picture it now: Green point stadium filled to capacity and everyone on their feet with the excitement of the game! Not forgetting the vukuzela being blown until the sound reaches fever pitch!

Exciting times lay ahead innit!!

Reflections

2009-11-06T14:08:00.001+02:00

In two days I celebrate my 36th birthday. Did I just say 36?? Let me rephrase that. In two days I celebrate my 21st birthday, hehhehe. Just kidding!!

Another year has passed by so very swiftly. And as I look back, I am humbly grateful for another year that the Almighty has sought to bless me with. My time has been filled with beautiful moments, tears, sadness but most of all cherished memories.

I have had the opportunity to rekindle long lost childhood friendships and cement family bonds. Each relationship has opened my heart that much more, allowing for fulfillment and acceptance to the beauty of human relations. It certainly has been an amazing road thus far.

Then there’s Sayang, *SIGH*

What can I say, but, that my cup runneth over!!

Every person that has been placed in my path, has been there for a purpose. Helping me to see differently when I cannot do so on my own. I am utterly grateful for your unwavering support, it’s amazing having cheerleaders like you!!

May I ask that you keep me in your duas / prayers, always, for that is all I really need. If there has been anything that I have said to hurt or offend you in any way, may I take this opportunity to humbly ask your forgiveness. And may your days be bright, beautiful and full of Allah blessings Ameen!!

I plan to have supper with family and friends over the weekend. On Sunday all will converge on my home for cake & tea. (The birthday girl has to bake her own birthday cake because her family refuses anything else, hahaha. What can I say?? If you’ve got it, you’ve got it ya??)

Fa bie ay ala ie rabie koema toe kathie baan??

Wedding bells Part 1

2009-10-21T21:37:00.015+02:00

Nadia, the kids & I climbed into the car & made our way, in haste, to Masjidul Quds. It was after 9am already and we were worried that we might have missed the start of Shaheema's nikaah. An event I so didn't want to miss.

First we had to drop off the mini quiche, I made earlier that morning, at my mom's to be baked. This was part of the buffet breakfast to be served after the nikaah. Fearing the worst as we made our way to the entrance of the masjid, I noticed some of the cousins standing and waiting. Which only meant one thing. The bride was late, pheww!! And according to one of the cousins, Raafiek was panicking already, hehehe.

Just then, the limo pulled up. And as Shaheema stepped from the car, everyone standing at the entrance gasped. The bride was wearing a red & gold creation made by herself. I had to hold back tears, didn't want the makeup to run :P

I snapped a few pics before she rushed inside the masjid. All the ladies made their way upstairs and settled down before the nikaah started. Nadia realised that she had forgotten her camera in the car, and so she rushed back out to fetch it. Ruwaydah, Shaheema's best friend, was also in attendance with her little one.

As I listened to Sheikh Abduraghmaan Alexander, a sense of peace settled over me. Shaheema's big day had finally arrived and it promised to be a day that would be forever etched in my memory. Another bride arrived, dressed in silver & white, she was overwhelmed with tears. Both nikaahs took place in tandem, Masha-Allah. Aunty Fayeeza was overcome with emotion and Shaheema comforted her mom trying very hard not to cry as well.

When the nikaah was done, Raafiek made his way upstairs to greet his bride and present her wedding ring. Congratulations were in order and many hugs exchanged as the excitement permeated through family members of the bridal couple.

Everyone made their way to the hall where breakfast was being served. The bridal couple would arrive there by a slower mode of transport this time around. Horse & carriage!! It was quite hilarious noting motorists reaction when they spotted the horse & carriage making it's way down the main road. Certainly a sight that one doesn't witness everyday!

Breakfast was a delish spread of savories including quiche, pies, samoosas, cocktail rolls, half moons and potato rolls with a secret filling. Then, to satisfy the sweet tooth, there was chocolate chip muffins, crumpets topped with strawberry jam & fresh cream, pieces of carrot cake topped with cream cheese icing, YUMS!

It was really great having to catch up with family members you only get to see at functions. But not so great when they inquire about myself getting hitched, sheesh! Somehow that always seems to crop up somewhere, hehehe.

Sharfa

2009-10-05T13:20:00.010+02:00

Sharfa is a very good friend of my sister's. Having met her a few years ago, I was always struck by her beautiful smile. But there was a sadness in her eyes which was unexplained until I came to know of her life experience.

At the age of about 12 years she lost her mother to cancer. This incident was to change her life completely. Being at such a young age one can just imagine what she was going through!

Sharfa is now 24 years old but the effects of having lost her mother at such a young age lingers. There are times, in conversations, she trances and one wonders what she's thinking. At first I thought it weird but I've come to see that, that it is just how she handles her situation. I was curious as to how she managed through her life, as I have been blessed to have my mother through all the stages of my life so far. When conversations were steered in that direction, there were many tears shed and my admiration and love for her just grew even more.

I admire her strength and perseverance tremendously, for she had excelled at school and when she started working she took on the responsibility of looking after her younger brother. Running her home, working and studying through UNISA to obtain her Chartered accounting degree hasn't phased this lass one bit!! For reasons not explained, her father has assumed a low profile in his children's lives. A sad but true occurrence in today's day and age.

When she celebrated her 21st birthday a few years ago, a few of her friends, including myself & Raihaana, decided to throw her a birthday bash. Everyone knew she wouldn't make a fuss, so they took the onus on themselves to organize something for her. Sharfa was taken out for the day and the friends were given a key to her home so that everything could be set up. You can just imagine the look of surprise on her face when she came home to all of us waiting for her!! She never suspected a thing!! She enjoyed herself thoroughly, especially the chocolate mousse birthday cake I had made.

I attended her wedding yesterday and what a radiant bride she made!! As she walked into the hall, Raihaana and I looked at each other, we both wanted to cry. The beautiful girl with the sad eyes was finally having a happy ending! * sniff, sniff *

She has married into a beautiful family who have vowed to love and care for her as their own. This was evident by the beautiful reception presented to the guests and the warm welcome offered by her parents-in-law. They are truly blessed!!

My wish for her with the beginning of a new phase in her life: May Allah continue to smile on you and your husband, Ashiq. May your married days be filled with only happiness and joy, for you so rightly deserve this and more. May you be blessed with beautiful children who will carry on the legacy of your strength and perseverance throughout, Insha-Allah Ameen!!

My gift to the bridal couple

Two weeks left and counting

2009-09-28T22:53:00.004+02:00

It seems like just the other day Shaheema had announced her intention to tie the knot, now we're down to the wire with just two weeks left to her big day.

Some of the cousins who will taking part in Shaheema's wedding

Excitement is sure the order of the day. Last night was spent at her home finishing off wedding favors. The entourage's dresses have all been completed and fittings have been done. Aqeedah is morning bridesmaid, Uthmaan & Ghaalietha is part of the afternoon group.

Shaheema with the unfinished wedding favors

I have been asked to make dessert, chocolate mousse to be exact, for 600 hundred people (00)
Yes, you read right, I did say 600 hundred people!! I don't think I want to see chocolate for a whole while after that!!

Then there's the issue about me having to make a speech as well. Gosh, Shaheema sure knows how to put me on the spot. I prefer being a wallflower, inconspicuous, not having the guests' attention on me. This is something I cannot weasel my way out of now, baaaaaah!! So, I'll just have to get rid of the stage fright and do my thing.

Shawaal month sees a lot of weddings taking place this side of the world. Abubaker tied the knot on 24 September 2009, may Allah guide his marriage to the best of understanding Insha-Allah Ameen. Then, 4 October 2009 sees Sharfa tying the knot as well. I'm to make her wedding cake, which I'm very excited about. And then Shaheema, who will marry on the 11 October 2009. Which means that so far, there's a wedding taking place every week, sheesh!!

I wonder if they realize what they're getting themselves into, hehehe???

Abubaker & his bride, Fayrouz as well as his parents

On another note, Adiela will be giving birth in the next two weeks as well. It's her first little one on the way and she's very excited but scared too. And Fagriyyah is due by the end of November Insha-Allah, her first little one too. May Allah give them both the strength needed Insha-Allah. And may the little ones bring their parents boundless joy & happiness Insha-Allah Ameen!!

Fagriyyah, Mubeen & Raihaana

Mommy's taste in fashion doesn't cut it any more

2009-09-05T10:54:00.003+02:00

Gosh, these last couple of days have been absolutely crazy!! I can't believe that we're down to the 15th day of Ramadaan already. Where has the time gone???

Between work, rushing home to prepare for iftaar, chores and seeing to the kids, my day is never ending. It also helps that Aqeedah knows her way around the kitchen, she's true gem!! By the time I hit the sack I would hope that sleep would come quickly. Unfortunately for me, that is not the case. I probably only get 2 hours sleep for the most and then my day starts all over again!! Eish!! I'm surprised I haven't keeled over yet. :P

With regards to my reading, I am making good progress, Alghumdulillah!! Even though I couldn't read for about 6 days. Between reading at work during my break and at night, I'm hoping to keep the momentum going so that I can finish as planned Insha-Allah.

I still have to find clothes for the children for Eid and boy, oh boy, is that going to be a mission. Especially for Aqeedah, the girl refuses to stop growing, hahahaha. She's now even taller than mom, even when mom has heels on!! To make things easier for myself, the next time around I'll rather have something made for her.

During the week I popped into a boutique I had discovered some time back. I love the range they have, longer length dresses with sleeves and they're not figure hugging either. So, I found a pants with a beautiful top for her. Feeling quite chuffed with myself I presented these to Aqeedah on arriving home. Her siblings were more impressed with the outfit than she was, to say the least (oO)

"The top is too oudoos (old fashioned) mummy." Oops, what was I thinking?? Gone are the times where I could safely buy something she would like. Mom's taste is a far cry from a fourteen year old's. To make matters worse, this morning Uthmaan promptly told me, "No Shahruk Khan outfits for me this year, mom." Double oops!! And here I thought I was doing something good, LOL!!

Well, it's a sure sign that my kids are growing up way too fast for my liking. Or maybe, it's just a sign that mom's getting old, OI!! I think I'll stick to my first sentiment for the time being, hehehe.

Oh, but wait!! Ghaalietha still likes the clothes I buy for her. Well, I THINK she still does :P

3 Month Work Review

2009-08-28T20:20:00.006+02:00

For the past 2 weeks my nerves have been completely shot. The reason for this upheaval in my mood was my 3 month work review that needed to take place. Man, oh man!!

To some, this may be an occurrence that takes place often. With me on the other hand, it would be my first experience. I kid you not!! So, after receiving a questionnaire that needed to be filled in before the actual review took place, I set about trying my best to fill it in. To tell you the truth, I actually lost sleep thinking over my answers.

You see, to me the questionnaire felt more like the Spanish Inquisition, personified!! But that was all because of the state of mind I was in, hehehehe. The exercise proved quite a learning curve for me and it highlighted where I'm headed for the next year at least Insha-Allah. I could get used to this, but in small doses ok??!

The actual review took place this morning, via conference call. The MD had recently relocated to Belgium so I was quite elated to find out that he would be sitting in (albeit virtually) on the whole process. Suffice to say, that everything went way better than I expected, Alghumdulillah!! Must be the blessings of this holy month that we're in, Allah is truly most Gracious, most Merciful!!

I am now a fully fledged, permanent part of the Tractor Group / Second Harvest team!! Here's to many a fulfilling hours of work done. YAY!!

Asmaa'ul Husnaa Part 6

2009-08-27T20:11:00.001+02:00

22. Al - Baasit: The Extender of Sustenance

He is the One who releases in abundance, joy, relief and ease after difficulties. These are manifestations of His attribute Al-Baasit.

Lift the hands towards the heavens (as in dua) after Salaatud Duhaa (Chast) and recite this Name 10 times. Thereafter pass the hands across the face (as when finishing dua) : self-sufficiency and independence will be granted by Allah - Insha-Allah. This must be done daily.

23. Al - Khaafid: The Abaser- The One who humbles and lowers

Allah the most high is the One who elevates His creatures to honor and fame and He is also the One who can cast them down to the lowest of low.

Anyone who recites this Name 500 times, Allah will fulfill all his needs and remove all his difficulties - Insha-Allah.

One who fasts for 3 days and on the first day reads this Beautiful Name 70 times while sitting in seclusion, will gain victory over his enemy if Allah wills.

24. Ar - Raafi: The Exalter

Allah The Most High is the one who raises His creatures to honour and fame and who can cast them down to be the lowest of the low.

Any person who writes this Ism 100 times in the middle of the 14th night of every lunar month, Allah will grant him self-sufficiency and independence of the entire creation - Insha-Allah.

25. Al - Mu'izz: The Giver of honor

He is the One who honours and the One who humiliates.

If this beautiful Name of Allah is read 40 times after Maghrib on every Monday and Friday, Allah will grant the reader honour and reverence - Insha-Allah.

26. Al - Mudhill: The Giver of dishonour

He is the One who dishonours and humiliates.

Whoever makes du'aa for protection after reading this Ism 75 times, Allah will protect him from the evils of envious persons, oppressors and enemies - Insha-Allah.

If there is a particular enemy whom one fears then after reciting this Name in the manner mentioned above, one may observe Sajdah (prostration) wherein one may invoke Allah's help against ones enemy by actually mentioning his name in Sajdah thus: " O Allah!! Protect me from the evils of Zaid or Bakar." If Allah wills he will be granted protection.

27. As - Samee' : The All - Hearing

He is the One who hears all that which comes from the lips, passes through the minds, is felt by the hearts, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the footsteps of ants and the atoms moving through the void.

One who reads this Beautiful Name 500 times or 50 times on Thursday after offering Salatud Duhaa (Chast), all his duas will be assuredly granted, Insha-Allah. It is necessary that no talking is done while reciting it.

If anyone reads it 100 times on a Thursday between the Sunnah and Fard of Fajr, Allah will favor him with His special blessings - Insha-Allah.

Asmaa'ul Husnaa Part 5

2009-08-26T20:16:00.002+02:00

16. Al - Qahhaar: The One who has control over all things

He is the Ever-dominating One, who has surrounded all His creation, from without and within, with His irresistible power. Nothing can escape Him.

One who is fully inclined towards this world should read this Ism continually: if Allah wills, he will be freed from the love of this world and, instead, Allah's love will become inborn in his heart.

17. Al - Wahhaab: The Giver of all things

He is the Donor of all, without conditions, without limits, without asking any benefit or return, giving everything to everyone, everywhere, always.

A poverty stricken person should recite this Ism constantly; or write it and keep it on him (as a ta'weez); or read it 40 times in the last sajdah of SalaatudDuhaa (Chast): he will be freed from poverty in an unexpected and amazing manner - Insha-Allah. For a particular need to be fulfilled, observe sajdah thrice in the courtyard of the house or masjid and then the lift the hands (as in du'aa) and read this Ism 100 times: if Allah wills, the need will be fulfilled.

18. Ar - Razzaaq: The Sustainer and Provider

He is the Sustainer. Sustenance is needed to maintain the creation. (Both physical and spiritual sustenance.)

Anyone who blows in all four corners of his house after reciting this Name 10 times in each corner before Fajr, Allah will open for him the doors of rizq (sustenance); sicknesses and poverty will never enter his home.

Note: Begin from the right-hand corner while facing the Qiblah.

19. Al - Fattaah: The Rermover of difficulties and Giver of decisions

He is the Opener and the Solver, the Easer of all that is locked, tied and hardened.

Anyone who places both his hands on his bosom after Fajr salaah and recites this Name 70 times, his heart will be illuminated with the "Noor (light)" of Eemaan - Insha-Allah.

20. Al - Aleem: The All Knowing

He is the One who knows all. He knows what has happened and what is happening and what will happen from the beginning to the end.

Anyone who recites this Ism abundantly, Allah will open for him the gates of knowledge and wisdom. Moreover his heart will be filled with the Ma'rifah (cognizance) of Allah.

21. Al - Qaabid: The Straightener of sustenance

He is the One who constricts. All existence is in the power of Allah. The life on this planet is a test for us, but Allah does not test His servants above their ability.

Whoever writes (with saffron or by the mere action of ones finger) this Name of Allah on four morsels of bread (roti) each day for 4 days and eats them, will be safeguarded against hunger, thirst, injuries, pain, etc - Insha-Allah.

Asmaa'ul Husnaa Part 4

2009-08-25T15:23:00.002+02:00

My health has taken a bit of a knock lately with this incessant cold that refuses to go away. Hopefully with the ammunition of corenza c I have been taking, the cold will be no more Insha-Allah Ameen!!

It seems the economic recession taking place over the past year or so refuses to let up. News of an increase in the fuel price (by as much as 30 cents a litre) have consumers tightening their spending belts once more. The price of oil, rice & flour have increased too, making it very difficult for the man on the ground to keep things afloat.

Smaller companies are feeling the pinch and have been forced to close their doors. So, when a close friend gave me news of her retrenchment, I was hit for a six!! Here I was, stressing over a work review that was to take place and she was losing her job. Being a single mom too and having to raise two children is by no means an easy task. But she's certainly no throw-in-the towel woman!! She lives by the words 'never say die.'

And I think what I most admire about her is her belief that her Maker will not let her down!! And so, I dedicate this 4th post of Allah's beautiful names in the hope, that it will keep her faith strong and that light will surely be shining at the end of this tunnel.

12. Al - Khaaliq: The Creator

He is the One who creates from nothing, creating at the same time the states, conditions and sustenance of all his creation: He establishes how, when and where creation will take place.

Anyone who recites this Name of Allah 100 times for 7 days, will be safeguarded against all adversities - Insha-Allah. And one who forms the habit of its continuous recital, Allah will appoint an angel for him, who will worship Allah continuously on his behalf.

13. Al - Baari' : The One who gives life

He is the One who orders His creation with perfect harmony not only each thing within itself, but everything in accordance with everything else.

If a barren woman fasts for 7 days and each day, after breaking fast with water, reads Al-Baari ul-Musauwwir 21 times, Allah will grant her male children - Insha-Allah.

14. Al - Musauwwir: The Fashioner of shapes

He is the One who, without using any model, shapes everything in the most perfect shape.

If a barren woman fasts for 7 days and each day, after breaking fast with water, reads Al-Baari ul-Musauwwir 21 times, Allah will grant her male children - Insha-Allah.

15. Al - Ghaffaar: The Exceedingly forgiving

He is the One who accepts repentance and grants forgiveness.

Any person who recites this Ism (name) 100 times after Jumu'ah Salaah will soon begin to perceive Allah's forgiveness. And anyone who says Yaaghaf-faar Ighfirlee

Wallahu A'lam

Asmaa'ul Husnaa Part 3

2009-08-24T06:47:00.003+02:00

8. Al - Muhaymin: The Giver of Protection

He is the Protector and the Guardian. He is the One who sees to the growth of His creation, guiding them towards their destiny.

Anyone who offers 2 rakaat of salaah (prayer) after a ghusl and reads this Ism (name) 100 times with sincerity, Allah will purify him physically as well as spiritually. Allah will also acquaint one with the unseen if one reads it 115 times - Insha-Allah.

9. Al - Azeez: The Mighty

He is the Victorious One whom no force can over power. There is no strength in this universe that can stand before His will.

Anyone who recites this Name 40 times continually for 40 days, Allah will grant him honour and self sufficiency. If read 41 times daily with constancy, the reader will become self sufficient and will attain honour if he is treated with dishonour - Insha-Allah.

10. Al - Jabbaar: The Overpowering Lord

He is the Repairer of the broken, the Completer of the lacking, the One who can enforce His will without any opposition.

Anyone who reads this Ism 226 times each morning and each evening will be safeguarded against the oppression of tyrants and despots. If anyone engraves it on a silver ring and wears it, his awe and magnificence will become inborn in the hearts of people - Insha-Allah.

11. Al - Mutakabbir: The Self - Glorious

He is the Greatest, who shows His greatness in everything, on all occasions.

The constant reciter of this Beautiful Name will be granted honour and glory. If read continually before any task, it will be accomplished - Insha-Allah.

Wallahu A'lam

Asmaa' ul Husnaa Part 2

2009-08-23T14:00:00.002+02:00

There is probably a reason behind me choosing to do this exercise during this auspicious month. I find that on only the second day of fasting that my patience is being tried severely. And my anger needs to be curbed at every nook and cranny, Na-oethoe-billah!!

4. Al - Malik: The Sovereign

He is the owner and Ruler of the entire universe, visible and invisible, and of all creation, from before the beginning and after the end.

If read abundantly everyday after Zawaal (when the sun has reached it's zenith), the reader will be given abundant wealth - Insha-Allah.

5. Al - Quddoos: The Holy One and One who is free from all blemishes

He is the most pure one, devoid of all Blemish, Shortcoming, Weakness, Heedlessness and Error.

Allah will cure the one who recites this Name abundantly everyday from all spiritual sickness - Insha-Allah.

6. As - Salaam: The Giver of peace or One who is immune from all distresses

He is the One who saves the believing servants from all dangers, bringing them peace, blessings and security of paradise.

Anyone who recites this Ism (name) continually, Allah will protect him from all calamities and maladies. If recited 115 times and blown on a sick person, Allah will restore his health, Insha-Allah.

7. Al - Mu" min: The Guardian of Faith

He is the Illuminator of the light of faith in hearts. He is the Comforter, the Protector of those who seek refuge in Him.

Whoever recites this name 630 times at the time of fear, Allah will protect him from all calamities, mishaps and losses. If anyone writes it (on paper or engraves it on a silver ring) and keeps it with him (as ta'weez), his physical and spiritual safety will remain the responsibility of Allah.

Wallahu A'lam

Asmaa'ul Husnaa - The beautiful / excellent names of Allah

2009-08-22T10:49:00.004+02:00

For the month of Ramadaan, I wish to share the 99 beautiful names of Allah. Each day I will share about 3 names, their meanings & the benefits of reading them Insha-Allah!!

May the reciting of His names bring you as much peace, calm & tranquility as they do for me.

Taken from 'The 99 Beautiful names of Allah'

Their qualities, values & significances

1. Allah: The name of Allah

Allah is Al-Ismul-' A'zam, the greatest name which contains all the divine attributes and is the sign of the essence and cause of all existence. Allah does not resemble in any way any of His creation. The word Allah refers to Allah's name only, nothing else can assume this name or share it.

The name Allah contains five meanings that indicate the non-resemblance of Allah to anything else. They are:

QIDAM: He is before the before. He did not become. He always was.

BAQAA: He is after the after, eternal. He always will be.

WAHDAANIYYAH: He is unique, without partner, the cause of all creation. All creation is in need of Him. All creation has become by the order of "BE" and has died by His order.

MUKHAALAFATUN LILHAWAADITH: He is the creator bearing no resemblance to the created.

QIYAAMUHU BINAFSIHI: He is self existent, without any needs.

Allah is perfection. The extent of this perfection is infinite. The greatest name of Allah, contains eight essentials indicating His perfections.

HAYYAN: Allah is everliving.

'ILM: Allah is all knowing.

SAM: Allah is all hearing.

BASAR: Allah is all seeing.

IRAADAH: All will is His.

QUDRAH: All power is His.

TAKWEEN: All existence and actions depend on Him.

KALAAM: The word, all that is said and taught is His.

Whoever reads this Name of Allah 1000 times daily, all doubts & uncertainties will be removed from his heart and, instead, determination and faith will become inborn in him - Insha-Allah.

2. Ar - Rahmaan: The compassionate

He is the one who wills mercy and good for all creation, at all times. He pours upon all creation infinite bounties.

If this Ism (name) is recited 100 times daily after every salaah, if Allah wills, hardheartedness and negligence will be removed from the reader's heart.

3. Ar - Raheem: The most merciful

He is the Source of infinite mercy and beneficence, who rewards with eternal gifts the one who uses His bounties for the good.

If this name, is recited 100 times daily after every salaah, the reciter will be safeguarded against all calamities, and maladies and the entire creation will become affectionate towards him - Insha-Allah.

Wallahu 'Alam.

Learning to let go

2009-08-07T16:52:00.002+02:00

When it comes to being the eldest in the family, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to protect your siblings.

It’s kinda hard to stand by and watch them make decisions that aren’t in their best interest. So, as the tietie, I tend to take my job very seriously by pointing out the not so obvious. Do not get me wrong, ultimately I have to accept the path they choose. (Shucks, I’m a mother hen, aren’t I??)

I suppose I think that with age one becomes wiser?? But the world is not as it is when I was growing up (How naive of me to think that everything would remain the same!!) Everything moves at a fast pace, I can hardly keep up. I’ve reached a point where I have to let go, so that I may find some peace. Some lessons need to be learned by trial & error, unfortunately. I can only but pray that Allah protect & guide them Insha-Allah Ameen!!

If this is the way I feel about my siblings then what not of my children?? OI!!

Ramblings of a wandering mind

2009-07-31T14:39:00.002+02:00

My mind has been wandering over the past weeks. Even family & friends have noticed the confusion. I have been asked “What’s up??” And to be quite honest, I have no idea!! Normally one who knows what to do & what to say, I suddenly find myself at a loss for words. Am I going through the motions, perhaps an identity crisis?? I am just hoping and praying that it will pass soon. My state of mind has also been the reason for not updating my blog. It’s best to say nothing when your mind’s a wandering.

So, all I’ve been doing is reading the blogs I follow. RG & Pause to reflect never fail to draw the tears and I always end up feeling guilty for questioning my circumstances. I admire their strength and perseverance so very much!! Then there’s Major Jefferey’s blog, man I wish I could understand half of the technical jargon he uses!! I don’t even bother to comment on his posts, I used to when my tongue & brain didn’t flail over his writings, hehehehe!!

And then there’s The Kitchen Guardian, her creations in the kitchen have me ooohhhhing and aaahhhhing with each post. I emailed a pic of her ‘green with envy’ cuppies to Shaheema. With the wedding less than 2 months away, the cuppies certainly had her mind swirling!! And what about KT’s blog?? Her love for her mother & family are evident in the posts she writes.

Then there’s Ida’s blog, most of the time her writings tickle my funny bone, but yesterday’s post had me digging deep, very deep!! So much so, that I lay awake last night thinking about it. It’s an age old question really, something we should be prepared for but we’re not. Each individual would have their own solution, depending on what you’re prepared to do to save your marriage. I’m talking about the seven year itch.

So, what does make spouses stray?? And why do they think that the pastures would be greener on the other side?? Have they not heard of the 80/20 rule?? Let me explain. The person we marry has 80% of the qualities we are looking for in a spouse. Every relationship starts out rosy, as the years pass, we settle into domesticity. We have arguments about family, work, the kids, friends, you name it. This is where the trouble starts. Suddenly we begin to notice the 20% that is lacking in our spouse. We feel unfulfilled and are vulnerable.

Why focus on the 20% that isn’t there, why not focus on the 80% that you do have?? Ultimately, if you go looking for greener pastures, you’re going to end up in the same situation. Everything starts out rosy once again, your relationship settles into domesticity and suddenly the pasture doesn’t look so green does it?? What I’m trying to say, is that any relationship needs to be worked at, ALL the time. And it takes two people to do that, not one, but two. Not forgetting that He is there to turn to in your time of need!!

Ultimately it’s totally your choice. The thing is, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions?? The majority of us aren't......

WISDOM

ALLAH knows what is best for us

So why should we complain

We always want the sunshine

But He knows there must be rain.

We always want laughter

and the merriment of cheer

but our heart will lose their tenderness

If we never shed a tear.

ALLAH tests us often

with suffering and sorrow

He tests us not to punish us

but to help us meet tomorrow.

For growing trees are strengthened

if they can withstand the storm

and the sharpness of the chisel

gave the marble its grace and form.

ALLAH tests us often

and for every pain

He gives us provided we are patient

Is followed by rich gain

So whenever we feel that everything is going wrong

It is just ALLAH'S way to make our spirit strong.

A very big thank you to Shiehaam for sending me this poem.

The countdown begins..........

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to the auspicious month of Ramadaan. With the eve of Laialatul Mie’raaj just passed, we have exactly 2 weeks to Lailatul Bara’ (Ruwah) and then 2 weeks after that the month of Ramadaan will start, with the official siting of the moon.

I must confess, that this is my favorite time of the year!! Although I do fast during the year, the atmosphere while fasting during the holy month itself is completely different. My kids enjoy this time too (more for the exchanging of yummy goodies with the neighbors than anything else, hehehehe) and mum has no excuse for not making any nibbles so they may make their rounds.

Because we will be breaking fast earlier this time around, it will do me well to make some goodies in advance and keep them in the freezer. That way, Aqeedah can pop them in the oven by the time the goodies need to be given. She has certainly become quite handy in the kitchen.

For this year, my intention is to finish the full 30 joos of the Quran Insha-Allah. I was only able to do 21 joos last year as my monthly visitor had decided to come around twice within the month!! OI!! Hopefully it will be different this time around??

To all my family and friends, may we reach the auspicious month with the highest of Taqwah & Imaan Insha-Allah!! May Allah give us the strength to fulfill many a good deed and the attaining of His blessings and mercy Ameen!!

Guess who is 2 years old today??

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Happy birthday Amjad!! May the Almighty spare you many more healthy, happy years with us Insha-Allah Ameen!!

You bring so much laughter and joy to us all with your amusing antics.

Do remember that Tietie, Aqeedah, Uthmaan & Ghaalietha love you so very much!!

Behind every dark cloud there is a Silver Lining

2009-07-08T09:52:00.002+02:00

I received this email earlier today from Shaheema and decided to share it. She certainly knows what makes me tick, thanks couz!! And she has decided to open this bank account the day she marries Insha-Allah Ameen!!

"And among His signs is this that He has created mates from among yourselves, that you may live in comfort with them, and He has put love and compassion among you (husband and wife). Surely in that are signs for those who think " (Quran-30: 21)

Hamza married Ruwayda. After the nikaah[wedding], Ruwayda’s mother gave her a newly opened bank savings book with a R2000 deposit amount at the local Islamic Bank.

Ruwayda's mother said: "Take this savings book. Keep it as a record of your married life. When there's something happy and memorable that happens in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line...The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with your husband. When you look back after years, you will know how much of happiness you've had.'

Ruwayda shared this with Hamza when she arrived home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit could be made.

This was what they did after a certain time:-

2 Jan:R200 Hamza went out in the path of Allah-
7 Feb: R300, Ruwayda's Dad took us with for HAJ. -
1 Dec: R300, Hamza graduated-
20 Mar: R200, Hamza got an excellent job -
15 Apr: R2000, Ruwayda got pregnant and later gave birth to a baby-
1 Jun: R1000, Hamza got promoted
... and so on...

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing over trivial things. They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nastiest people in the world... no more love... Kind of typical nowadays, huh?

One day Ruwayda spoke to her Mother: 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We have agreed to divorce. I can't imagine how I have decided to marry this guy!!!'

Mother: 'Sure, Ruwayda, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really cannot stand it. But before that, do one thing first... Remember the savings book I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'

Ruwayda thought it was true. So she went to the Islamic Bank, waiting at the queue and planning to withdraw the amounts and to cancel the account. She intended to give Hamza his due share.

While she was waiting, she took a look at the book record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up in her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home. When she was home, she handed the book to her husband, and asked him to spend the money before getting divorced.

The next day, Hamza gave the book back to Ruwayda. She found a new deposit of R5000...and a line next to the record: 'This is the day I noticed how much I've loved you through out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.' They hugged and cried, putting the savings book back to the safe.

Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone through all the good years in their life.

"When you fall, in any way, Don't see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes."

In every moment of our lives, we are given a choice. How shall we regard this world in which we live? Is it good, or not? Is there hope for the future, or not? Is this world full of beauty, life, blessing and love; or is it cold, heartless and ruthless? In every moment, it is one or the other...and how we regard and react to it is up to us.

“If you are grateful, I will surely increase My favours unto you” (Quran-Surah Ibrahim 14: 7).

The month of Rajab has dawned

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Rajab, being the seventh month of the Islamic calendar is a stepping stone to the auspicious months of Sha'baan and Ramadaan. Rajab is from the Ashur Hurum (Sacred months), one of four such months in which battles were prohibited. When the moon of Rajab was sighted, Rasullulah (SAW) would recite the following Dua:

Allahumma baarik lana fee rajaba wa sha'bana wa ballighna ramadaan.
"Oh Allah, grant us blessings in the months of Rajab and Sha'baan and make us reach the month of Ramadaan"
(Shu'abul-Imaan and Ibnus Sunni)

This Dua should be recited regularly in the months of Rajab and Sha'baan. In preparation for Ramadaan, the relevance of Rajab may be understood as the month to sow seeds (good actions), Sha'baan is the month in which we should water those seeds (with tears of remorse) and Ramadaan is the month in which we reap the harvest.

Whilst the arrival of Ramadaan is certain, no person is guaranteed reaching Ramadaan. Rasullulah (SAW) would express his eagerness to be blessed with the month of Ramadaan from Rajab. We should therefore become more inclined towards virtuous deeds and Ibadah in these months.

May Allah Ta'ala let us all reach Ramadaan and grant us the ability to spend it in a manner most pleasing to Him. Ameen.

Birthday celebrations galore!!

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Like I have said in a previous post, there are so many birthdays during June, I just cannot keep up!!

A very Happy chappy birthday to my dearest cousin, Shaheema!! Without whose wisdom, I would be completely lost!! May the Almighty bless you perpetually, may the coming days be only good to you & your family!! Excitement mounts as your wedding day approaches, I cannot wait to share in the moment with you. Don't talk about the other plans we have for later during the year, I shall not let the cat out of the bag just yet, wink, wink!!

For this is the culmination of any woman's dream, to wed the love of her life!! May Allah guide both of you to the best of understanding and may your married life be filled with only joy, happiness & lots of babies, hehehehe!! For you surely deserve that and so much more!!

Love you lots like jelly tots!! Muahahahaha!!

I have been quite lazy to update my blog of late, there are so many things to write about. I just seem to be experiencing a sort of 'writer's block??' Whatever it is, I hope it passes quickly so that I can get down to the nitty gritty!!

Watch this space, see you soon!!

Happy birthday sis.....

2009-06-10T14:25:00.003+02:00

Here’s wishing you a very happy birthday!! May the Almighty grant you many more healthy, happy years with us Insha-Allah Ameen. May they be filled with barakah, ghair, Imaan & Taqwah Ameen!!

We have certainly come a long way, haven’t we??!! From our childhood days (if I think about the sibling rivalry, hehehe), through our blossoming youth (there it just got worse didn’t it?? hahahaha) and then into the roles of a wife, and then a mother (we grew up big time!!).

I admire you so much for the way you look after those 3 boys, oh and, lets not forget about the youngest one (Mika-eel), wink, wink!! Please don’t tell him I said so, hahahaha!! But then again, if he reads my post first, OI!! He’s so gonna fry me for this!!

You’re doing one sterling job Nads, keep it up!!

Love you lots like jelly tots!!

Mmwwaaaahh!!

Happy birthday Sayang!!

2009-06-02T21:27:00.004+02:00

Time has passed by so swiftly, yet another year gone.

May the Almighty grant you all that is good in this life & in the hereafter. May the coming year hold promises of untold joy & happiness, for you deserve all this & more, Insha-Allah Ameen!!

I cannot thank you enough for your presence in my life. From the first word spoken, little did I know what an impact you would make on this heart torn asunder.

Remember those walls i built??

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

They didn't even put up a fight,

They didn't even make a sound.

I found a way to let you in,

but I never really had a doubt.

Standing in the light of your halo,

I got my angel now!!

It's like I've been awakened,

every rule, I had you break it.

It's the risk that I'm taking,

I ain't never gonna shut you out.

Every where I'm looking down,

I'm surrounded by your embrace.

Baby, I can see your halo,

you know you're my saving grace.

You're everything I need and more,

It's written all over your face.

Baby I can see your halo,

I pray it won't fade away!!

Hit my like a ray of sun,

burning through my darkest night.

You're the only one that I want,

think I'm addicted to your light.

I swore I'd never fall again,

but this don't even feel like falling.

Gravity can forget,

To pull me back to the ground again.

     It's like I've been awakened,

every rule I had you break it .

It's the risk that I'm taking,

I ain't ever gonna shut you out!!

Every where I'm looking down,

I'm surrounded by your embrace.

Baby, I can see your halo,

You know you're my saving grace.

You're everything I need & more,

It's written all over your face.

Baby, I can feel your halo,

I pray it won't fade away!!

Sayang kamu......

A restless soul.....

2009-05-27T21:55:00.003+02:00

means that something is amiss, right??

For the past few months I have found it very hard to concentrate when making my prayers. At first I hadn't realized what was happening until recently, when I found myself doubting the amount of raka-aats I had performed. I was so disorientated, it was scary!! My thoughts were elsewhere!!

Being one to fast on a Monday & Thursday whenever I was able to, was also something I had prided myself in. How did this habit fall on the wayside?? I know that I am human and prone to mistakes & weaknesses but the state I find myself in lately has me questioning my actions as a believer. Surely Allah is most Merciful, most Forgiving!!

I couldn't quite put my finger on the cause of my disorientation. Sometimes we find ourselves in a situation where we do things out of habit. Instead of trying to get out of the rut, we continue because it feels comfortable. We fear the consequences if we change it, not knowing that with change comes the opportunity to better yourself.

I hope that I get the chance to redeem myself fully, as our time on this earth is very short & we should definitely use it wisely Insha-Allah Ameen!!

Oh Allah, please keep me steadfast in my attempts to gain Your favour & bountiful blessings. I have so much to be grateful for!!

A day sightseeing with Asmah & her husband

2009-05-25T22:16:00.006+02:00

Arrangements were made Friday evening to meet Asmah at their apartment for brekkie Saturday morning. All went well, until the ATM machine decided to swallow my bank card!! OI!!

Luckily for me, the bank was to open in a few minutes, but that would also mean that I would be late to meet Asmah. What a way to make a first impression eh??!! I only arrived at the Waterfront just before 10am and I should have been there by 9am. I missed breakfast & a chance to become acquainted with the couple before setting off on our day of sightseeing. But all is well, that ends well, yes??!!

Our first stop was the Grand Parade to see if they could find some Cape Town products to take home. The price of curio products on the Waterfront were too exorbitant, specifically aimed at the tourist market. Asmah & her husband did a good deal of shopping, hehehehe!! Asmah's squeals of delight had me laughing most of the time. She spotted a Muslim man with a kuffiyah on his head and said, "There's my uncle!!"

While shopping Asmah's husband received a call from home, bearing bad news. Her grandfather had passed away. Innalielahie wa inna ielayhie rajieoen. May Allah have mercy on his soul!! This was the reason why their stay was cut short. And because her youngest son was missing them so. He had called a couple of times complaining of his older brother, hehehehe!!

After the parade we made our way to a place offering safaris, they're based in Durbanville. I had never heard of it until the taxi driver mentioned it. Clara Anna Fontein?? Ring any bells?? But we were turned away unfortunately, because the safari had to be booked 48 hours beforehand. Spier Estate located in Stellenbosch was the next stop. Cheetahs and picturesque landscapes were the order of the day!!

By the time we were done it was way past the lunch hour. Noon Gun restaurant was the stop for lunch. Located right at the top of Longmarket street in Bo-Kaap, this restaurant offered Cape Malay cuisine at it's best!! Karlie (the taxi driver), Asmah's husband & I ordered bobotie & Asmah had some breyani.

A stop at the local masjid for prayers was next & thereafter it was back to their apartment at the waterfront. More pics were taken there & I was given a beautiful coffee table book on Malaysia, as well as 2 beautiful scarves!! Thank you once again my dear, it is very much appreciated!! I cannot wait till you visit our shores again, hopefully this time, we'll get to spend more time together Insha-Allah!!

When I visit Malaysia soon, I will definitely be stopping by Insha-Allah!! Just wish the Home Affairs Department would speed up with the passport already!! Sheesh!!

A nostalgic start to the day

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After all the cold & wet weather we've been having, I was ecstatic when this morning dawned bright & beautiful!!

After disembarking the bus for work, I decided to walk to the office instead of taking the taxi up. I had forgotten how beautiful it was in the city centre. I took the route through the Company gardens & what an awesome sight it was!! I haven't been there in ages and as I walked with Kenny G playing in my ears, the walk triggered memories of a younger me.

Memories of Nadia & I walking the same route on our way to school every morning and afternoon during the week. On a weekend it was just me, making my way to the part time job I had as a cashier at the then Grand Bazaars in Rheede street. Funny enough, I now work a road away from there, the only thing is the buildings have changed some what. But the area still has the same vibe, very yuppie & very hip. So, I've kinda come full circle eh.

I remember when Nadia (high school friend) & I made application for the casual jobs, we were so excited!! Being the legal age children were allowed to start working, we couldn't wait to be earning our own money. Now, my dad couldn't understand initially, when I started working there because we had a video store. And Nadia (sister) & I used to alternate working there over weekends. But me, being the stubborn & independent *wink, wink* person that I am, decided that I wanted to get another job.

Those were certainly the days!! And we really received a good wage for our efforts Alghumdulillah!! If we worked the whole weekend, we went home with about R80.00, which was a huge amount of money in them days!! Groan!! That makes me sound so old!! LOL!! But I have so many fond memories. It's these memories that make me love CT so very much. The image of Table mountain against the beautiful summer mornings. The same image looming in winter with the city lights glistening below, aaahhh!! Home, sweet home!!

On another note, a Malaysian blogger friend has arrived in the Mother City!! Asmah had left a comment on my blog the other day. Wanting to make contact because she & her hubby were making a trip to Cape Town soon. She wanted some tips & places to visit & I was quite eager to assist. When she called me this afternoon, they were on their way to Table mountain. I'm so glad the weather turned out good, a visit to the Table top would have been impossible in wind & rain.

I have plans to meet them over the weekend so I can show them a bit of what the Mother City has to offer. Lets pray the weather holds out until then Insha-Allah!! Asmah, welcome to Cape Town!! I hope your stay will be a memorable one Insha-Allah Ameen!!

It's been a year since....

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we met, albeit virtually. My life has changed so much since then. I am still the same person, just more fulfilled. I shall not say it is because of you this is so, more that I have allowed it to be. My fears have dissolved and the person looking back when I look in the mirror has a mischievous glint in her eyes.

It speaks of untold joy, purpose & the knowledge that whatever happens next, I will be ready for it!! I penned this poem almost a year ago and decided to re post it.

What have you done to me??

by Shahieda

My life has suddenly changed,
the last few months have been a blur
How did this occur???
What have you done to me??

I look forward to every new waking day,
with a glow of joy on my face
How I long to visit your place
What have you done to me??

My mind is in a turmoil
The feelings that rage inside,
are very hard to hide
What have you done to me??

I've waited so long to feel this way,
I hope I get to tell you soon,
It won't take too many moons
What you have done to me!!

for A-H

Mother's Day

2009-05-13T13:17:00.000+02:00

I have been so late to do this post, with my attention being elsewhere I just haven't had the time to do so. Most of my time has been spent attending interviews & stressing about the call backs and making it onto the shortlist. But Alghumdulillah, all is well that ends well.

Mother's day was such a riot, with the ladies in the family gathering for brekkie at Nino's Kenilworth. There was a bit of miscommunication but fortunately everything was sorted by the time it was time to leave for the location. All the cousins had a great time and so did their mums.

The beautiful view from Nino's

Shaheema, Nadia, Raihaana & I

We also visited a close family friend, Aunty Marel, who is currently under Idah. Her husband had passed on a few weeks ago. She normally attends all the family functions and helps in many ways, a reason why my mum & aunts see her as part of the family. An additional sister, so to speak. Since she couldn't attend the breakfast, they decided to go & exchange gifts at her home. I thought that it was a very nice gesture.

My mum & I at Aunty Marel's home

I am blessed in many ways, one of them being that I have 2 mothers to celebrate Mother's day with. Unfortunately for me, my stepmother lives in JHB which means I only get to see her when they visit. And that is coming June. YAY!! Who knows, perhaps I'll be able celebrate Father's day with both my dads being present!! Now that's something definitely worth looking forward to!!

My gran was sorely missed but my mum & aunts regaled in many stories about her, which made it easier for them. My late gran was such a strong woman, I was completely awestruck by her strength. The one thing that stays with me about her, is that she never complained while she was sick. She always had a smile on her face & her face lit up when her children, grandchildren & great-grandchildren visited her. Even when her health deteriorated she became upset if we visited without our children.

During Ramadaan, every weekend some of the grandchildren would go and break fast with her. Although not fasting herself, she'd enquire about the goodies that were made. One just had to tell her Shahieda made this, or Shahieda made that and she would want some. Not that she could eat it though, her diet then had consisted mainly of liquids. But just the knowledge that in some way she was partaking gave her some peace.

On one occasion, I had made some fancies and snowballs for Sunday afternoon tea. When Nadia fetched me, I decided not to go. You see, her condition was getting to me. I had always known her as this amazing woman of strength and to see her deteriorate the way she did made me very emotional. I didn't want to cry in front of her, so I'd often sneak to the bathroom & do my crying there. Nadia & her kids went on their own instead, taking along the fancies & snowballs.

Nadia told me afterwards, that Ma had seen everyone eating the little cakes & the look of longing on her face said it all!! To alleviate her suffering, Nadia told her seeing that she couldn't eat them perhaps just a little lick of the cream would take away her desire to have some?? Ma did just that and it was then that we all realized how we take everyday chores for granted. The ability to eat something without having to think of the consequences became a hazardous action for her.

After my divorce, she encouraged me in every way possible. And scolded when my health and well being was not my top priority. Her last words to me will always resonate to my core, "I am proud of the strong, beautiful woman you have become. Keep it up." This she said with a thumbs up, hehehe!! This time, I ended up crying in front of her but was firmly told that I shouldn't because she was ok, she was at peace.

May Allah illuminate your kabr with Noor, and may He grant you Jannatul - Firdous Ameen!! This duah is extended to all those who have lost the one we call Mother, may Allah ease your pain & make the grieving process a bit easier.

Al-Fatihah....

Rabia Al Basri

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O my Lord,

If I worship You

from fear of hell, burn me in hell.

If I worship You

from hope of Paradise, bar me from

its gates.

But if I worship You,

for Yourself alone, grant me then the

beauty of Your face.

Reading Sessions

2009-05-05T21:37:00.002+02:00

You would think that having a bookworm for a mother, it would be easy to get into the habit of reading. That couldn't be further from the truth!!

There are so many books laying around the house, O mags, novels & non-fiction. I could blame it on technology?? But then again I do limit the time the kids spend in front of the telly & they're not allowed to play games on the computer during the week, only on weekends.

Uthmaan & Ghaalietha have been bringing books home from the school library, that's a good sign, yes? Aqeedah, is another story. After scolding her the other day about reading being the only way to improve your language skills, did she decide to put more effort into it.

I remember my nose being stuck in a book from a very young age!! It did help that I had two aunts who were bookworms as well. That was where I started reading Mills & Boon as well as Silhouette romance novels. I read at least five books for the week. It got to such a point that even after lights out, I would still be reading. I'd keep the book at such an angle that the passage light, which would be left on during the night, would shed enough light for me to continue reading till very late, hehehe!!

Anyhow, Uthmaan has started reading Treasure Island recently. Also one of my favorite books by Robert Louis Stevenson. It was then I decided to pass on the hardcover version that I had received from my dad when I was in standard 8. YEP, I still have it!! I was given three hardcover, unabridged works. Robert Louis Stevenson, The Bronte Sisters and Charles Dickens.

OMG, I just realized that the books are already twenty years old!! They have so much sentimental value that I haven't had the courage to lend them to anyone. And Uthmaan has promised to guard it with his life!! Happy reading!!

Updated: Birthday fest

2009-05-04T11:08:00.005+02:00

When it comes to this time of the year, there are so many birthdays to celebrate. During April it was Aqeedah's then my mum's too. And now with May month being on our doorstep, the birthdays to remember increases too, don't even talk about June month as well.

I've already done a post on Aqeedah's birthday but haven't posted any pics, so I'll do so here. We also celebrated Aneesa's birthday 2 weeks ago. The friends went out for supper & Aneesa, Sedick & I went to catch a movie afterwards. Unfortunately Shiehaam & Cindy couldn't join us for the movie because they had other plans.

Shiehaam & Cindy at Dodge

Aneesa, the birthday girl & Moi

Sedick with Aneesa's gift

When it comes to birthday presents, I always try to make something, instead of buying. A birthday only comes once in a year & as I like to feel special & spoilt on my birthday, so would the next person. So, as gifts I would bake one of 'those' chocolate mousse cakes or whatever the birthday girl / boy fancies.

Aqeedah wanted a triple layer chocolate mousse cake. I also ended up trying out Nazrah's carrot cake, which was a big hit. This time Shiehaam could indulge because there wasn't any raisins in it. ;) I also made a batch of snowballs as well as some cuppie cakes for the younger ones. Nadia made some cheesecake & a chocolate mousse desert as well. OI!! All the sugar went straight to my head!!

Aqeedah's spread, YUMMEH!!

Shiehaam enjoying the spread :)

Good food & good conversation

My mom is not one for flowers, jewelry or perfume. So unlike me, wink, wink!! Food, glorious food is what my mum loves, hehehe!! Lekker eet, in other words. Having a surprise supper or taking her out to dine is our best bet. This time around I cooked a prawn dish Nazrah had posted on FB, which was very hot!! Everyone ran for the water, hahahaha!! Next time I make it I'll go slow with the chillies. But it was absolutely yummeh. I had been dying to try a dish with coconut cream as an ingredient. I also made her a batch of 'Shahieda's specials' as the family's coined it, hot chocolate pudding as desert & the never fail chocolate mousse cake. The 'specials' were supposed to be just for mum but everyone else put up such a raucous that mum had to share, hahahaha. And this now means that I'll have to make another batch for mum to stash away!! :)

Chocolate mousse cake

Shahieda's specials, chocolate peppermint crisp biscuits

Mum's spread, YUMMEH!!

Coming up is Shiehaam, Raihaana, Adiela, Nazrah, AbuHafidz, Nadia, Dad, Imtiaaz, Uncle Isgaak, Aunty Fayeeza & Shaheema's birthday. Flip, I can't keep up any longer. LOL!! Not forgetting Mother's day & Father's day coming up too. I need to check my diary to see if I haven't forgotten anyone, please forgive me if I have. These are only birthdays for May & June. So for the next couple of months I'm going to have to do extra Taebo workouts to get rid of the excess kilos, EISH!!

She turned 14 today.

2009-04-27T22:43:00.005+02:00

Gosh!! Has time gone by so quickly?? Within the wink of an eye, or so it seems, Aqeedah has turned 14 years old today. OI!! I feel so old, hehehehe!!

Nonetheless, I am amazed at the young lady I see before me. There are times when I wish I could push the pause button so that I could enjoy my children more at the different ages they're at. But that is just wishful thinking on my part.

My prayer for Aqeedah would be exactly the same as I had posted here.

May Allah keep you under His wing & always protect & guide you, for surely He knows best!!

Winter is on it's way to the Mother City

2009-04-20T21:14:00.005+02:00

Sunday morning dawned cold & windy. Upon waking up, I listened to the rain falling outside.

My first instinct was to grab a book & get one of the kids to make me a cup of tea or hot chocolate. Since this was not possible because it was 4am, the kids would certainly not be up at that ungodly hour!! And I was too warm & snugly to leave my retreat. So, I grabbed the book I am currently reading & curled myself up tighter under the covers. Bliss, I tell you!!

If I could have remained where I was for the rest of the day, I would have, but there were chores to be done, shopping to do & food to be made. DANG!!

On dressing for work this morning I had decided on the last minute to wear boots & a shawl just in case. I didn't regret my decision. It was sooooo cold. Looks like the sandals & open shoes as well as the summer dresses will have to make way for warmer goodies.

On another note, in my attempt to stay focused & keep positive thoughts, I have been following a blog I had discovered while reading Elisa's blog. I had mentioned her blog in one of my notes on FB. RG's blog is a breath of fresh air. Her enthusiasm & acceptance of her situation is awe inspiring. She has launched her first book, discussing her battle with the big C. I do so wish that the book would be translated in English, it's written in Bahasa.

And then, Elisa's post today made me shed many tears. Making me realise too, that there was something that I had to make peace with. Just as she has finally accepted the passing of a loved one. There was Shaheema's post last week, that spoke of the same thing, of having to let go of the past so as to accept the future.

I remember a story that was told by Sheikh Faaik Gamieldien in one of his classes. And as he recounted the story, I couldn't help but think of my distant friend. The story goes like this:

There was a very well learned Sheikh & he was so loved by his students. He had been married over 30 years when Allah took his wife away. Consumed by his grief, he became a recluse. Refusing to teach & to see anybody on a social level. His students became very concerned about him as they missed him terribly. One specific student thought of a way to budge him out of seclusion.

The student went to see him about a question he needed answers on. He had a dispute between 2 friends to solve. One friend entrusted a certain amount of money to the other. The agreement they had was that when the money was needed, the trustee would return it. Many years passed & the money was never asked back, so the friend decided to use it. Thinking that his friend had forgotten about the money entrusted to him.

Then one day, his friend arrived at the trustee's home wanting the money back. He tried reasoning with his friend, explaining that he had used the money, thinking he had forgotten about it. The student's question to the Sheikh was: 'Does he still owe him the money??' And the Sheikh's reply was the affirmative because the money was not his to have, it was entrusted to him.

The Sheikh then realised what the student was trying to tell him with regards to the passing of his wife. All we have on this earth is not ours, it has been entrusted to us by the Almighty. Everything belongs to Allah & everything will return to Him at it's given time, no more, no less.

I've had three lessons in one week. We have many mirrors to glean from, it's totally up to us to receive the message.

In the words of Nelson Mandela

2009-04-19T22:01:00.002+02:00

While shopping for something to nibble on at the cricket match the other day, Shaheema spotted a copy of 'Destiny' magazine. A hardcover copy of this book edited by Jennifer Crwys-Williams was nestled inside the magazine covering.

I ended up buying a copy of the magazine just to get my hands on the book!! I wasn't disappointed. This book brings to light comments made by Nelson Mandela, some witty, others hilarious & then there are the ones that are downright thought provoking!!

I'd like to share some extracts of the book with you. As I feel that it would certainly inspire you as it does me.

I have fought against white domination,
and I have fought against black domination.
I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and
free society in which all persons live together in
harmony and with equal opportunities.
It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to
achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which
I am prepared to die.
Delivered from the dock, Rivonia Treason Trial, 20 April 1964

On my last day I want to know that those who
remain behind will say: "The man who lies here
has done his duty for his country and his people."
On being welcomed home to Qunu on his retirement in 1999.

Many in positions of power and privilege pursue
cold-hearted philosophies which terrifyingly
proclaim: I am not your brother's keeper!
He was speaking to the United Nations in October 1995.

What are jellybeans? Are they something that is
eaten?
In a Radio Good Hope interview, May 1996.

I make my own bed every day. I don't allow the
ladies who look after me to do it. I can cook a
decent meal ...... I can polish a floor.

It's a unique woman who can turn the whole
world around and make it the best living place
to experience.
Nelson Mandela said this in May 2002, some four years after his
marriage to Graca Machel.

Writing is a prestigious profession which puts one
right into the centre of the world and, to remain
on top, one has to work really hard, the aim
being a good and original theme, simplicity in
expression and the use of the irreplaceable word.
From a letter to his daughter Zindzi, 4 September 1977.

When my sentence has been completed I will
still be moved, as men are always moved, by
their consciences; I will still be moved by my
dislike of the race discrimination against my
people when I come out from serving my
sentence, to take up again, as best I can, the
struggle for the removal of those injustices until
they are finally abolished once and for all.
Spoken in court, on 7 November 1962, at the end of the Old Synagogue
Trial, when he was convicted and sentenced to three years imprisonment
on charges of incitement and two years imprisonment for leaving South
Africa without valid travel documents.

Any man or institution that tries to rob me
of my dignity will lose.

I was not a messiah, but an ordinary man who
became a leader because of extraordinary
circumstances.

I seem to arrive more firmly at the conclusion
that my own life struggle has had meaning only
because, dimly and perhaps incoherently, it has
sought to achieve the supreme objective of
ensuring that each, without regard to race,
colour, gender or social status, could have the
possibility to reach for the skies.

I could go on and on, but I suggest you go out and get yourself a copy of the book, if you don't have one already. After having read my copy, I am once again in awe of Nelson Mandela's magnanimous personality. May he continue to inspire South Africans in generations to come!!

I'm really trying very hard...

2009-04-16T23:18:00.002+02:00

to keep positive thoughts with regards to violence & crime happening all over the place!! But how can I do so if I'm bombarded with the headlines the moment I walk out the door???

I've actually reached a point where I do not read the newspaper, watch the news on the telly or listen to the news on the radio. I detest "The Voice" & "Die Son", merely for the fact that whatever they publish, they do so for sensationalism!! Nothing else!! I do not understand why people would spend hard earned money to read trash like that!!

The scariest fact of all is, the crime & violence are being perpetrated by the very people we know!! We're so used to teaching our kids to be weary of strangers but we need to start educating them that not all perpetrators look like the boogey man. Looking at the recent statistics 80 percent of the rape & indecent assault of women are committed by people known to them!!

To be quite honest, I hate writing on this topic, but I think it's something I have to come to terms with as a mother. When I leave for work in the morning, I pray fervently that all will be well when I return. And so far, Alghumdulillah, I say Shukr that my kids are safe. But what of those who are not so lucky to say the same??

On arriving home this evening, Aqeedah told me that an announcement was made at the madrassah they attend. Apparently a man in a car had approached girls walking to madrassah & offered them a lift!! I suffered a mini heart attack!! And then I sat all of them down & explained the drill about being approached to take a lift, sweets or any other token from anyone. I was made aware that the mualiemahs & the principal had already warned all the children.

During the past month, I've heard of a 14 month old baby that was raped by a friend of the mother. A mother & daughter being raped & murdered by someone known to them. A 5 year old boy being sodomised by someone known to him as well. A 7 year old girl disappearing from her home. Two drive by shootings which were gang related. A young teen raped while the act was filmed!! WTF!!

Something is seriously amiss!! I don't even think animals behave this way. And you know, the saddest part is even the officials sitting in government are getting away with murder, figuratively speaking. Something needs to be done pretty soon or we won't have any legacy to pass onto the next generation.

Lead us to place, guide us with your Grace
To a place where we'll be safe

May Allah protect us all, Ameen!!

My sleeping patterns are out of sync

2009-04-15T20:31:00.002+02:00

I've always had a problem falling asleep come bedtime. But now lately it's become quite bothersome. I've had about 4 hours sleep in the last 3 days, not good I tell you!!

Some of you would say, then take a nap during the day. NO CAN DO!! I cannot for the life of me sleep during the day. If I should, I wouldn't be able to sleep come evening time. What makes things worse is I cannot go to bed too early too. The earliest I could get into bed would be around 23h00, by that time my brain would be fizzled & conked to even think straight!!

I suppose that's another reason why I don't drink a lot of coffee. I'm what you call a social drinker when it comes to that. And it would keep me awake for a long while after I've drunk it!! Not to talk about me bouncing off the walls too!!

The thing is, my body only needs 4 hours sleep, maximum. So as soon as I've had the 4 hours sleep, my body wakes up, PRONTO!! There are times when I wake up at 2am & instead of trying to fall asleep again, I get up & find myself something to do. Which would normally be baking or cleaning up. I think my neighbours must think this woman has lost it!! My home is semi-detached so they hear my every move, hehehe!!

I've tried everything already, chamomile tea, lavender spray, you name it I've tried it. Maybe a visit to the doctor would help heh?? All I know is, I need some sleep!!

AAAAARRRGGGHHHH!!

A day out catching up with the family....

2009-04-12T20:28:00.004+02:00

Today has been quite hectic but once again I thoroughly enjoyed myself. We celebrated my uncle's 50th birthday this morning & attended a family friend's daughter's wedding.

The only bad thing about attending functions is the endless eating that takes place. OI!! I'll have to do an extra bit of Taebo to get rid of those access kilos!! I literally had to beg Ray to go along to the wedding as I didn't want to sit there on my own while the older folk caught up on the good old days.

Don't you just hate it when you haven't seen people for a while & they say things like, "The last time I saw you, you were this high" (indicating a distance from the floor up with their hand) Good heavens, it couldn't have been that long back?? I'd just sit there smiling, thinking has this man gone insane?? How old does he think I am, wink, wink??

Then there's the part when Mother Dearest decides to mention that she's looking for a suitor for her daughter, politely pointing at me!! Aaaarrgggghhh!! I just hate it when that happens, at that point I just wish that the ground would open up and swallow me!! Phhbbbtt. At this point Shahieda would perform a disappearing act. Funny thing is, I've asked mum to be a bit subtle about her approach but I'm convinced the word doesn't exist in her vocabulary, hahahaha!!

Cricket fever!!

2009-04-11T20:41:00.008+02:00

I had been looking forward to watching SA play Australia at Newlands for the past month. Although the wicket was slow, the SA team took advantage of the situation & decided to bat first. This decision won them the game!! SA lead the one day series 2-1, tomorrow sees another game in Port Elizabeth & the final game some time next week in Johannesburg.

We arrived at Sahara Park, Newlands just after 13h:00, the place was already thriving with activity. Shaheema, Raafiek, Shireen, Sameer & I found a spot on the grass near the scoreboard & made ourselves comfortable until the game began.

I thoroughly enjoyed watching the game, although the wicket was slow & both teams struggled a bit to put some runs on the board. With quite a few of the spectators getting tipsy as well, I had a good laugh at their antics too!! I also got to see some funny characters, like a seal balancing a cadbury whisper on his nose (Raafiek) & Batman coming to the rescue too, hehehehe!!

My attention wasn't on the cricket for the first half of the game, which didn't impress Shaheema & Raafiek much!! LOL!! I promised Shaheema I would post the pic of me busy with my phone. I couldn't exactly ignore the alerts everytime, wink, wink! :)

A shift in perspective

2009-04-08T20:57:00.002+02:00

After all the bad news I've been blogging about, I've decided to change perspective so as to avoid it consuming me completely!! Yep, that's me, as dramatic as ever!!

So, where do I begin??? Hmmmm, lets see. Firstly, the family has recently discovered some very good news! My younger sis, Faghriyya, will be having a baby soon Insha-Allah!! We're all quite ecstatic with the news and looking forward to the bundle of joy!! We were a bit worried about her because she had developed cysts on her ovaries. Then, one of the ovaries were removed and fortunately the cysts were not malignant, Alghumdulillah!!

Raihaana's operation was also successful Alghumdulillah!! The lump she had on her breast was also removed once again. According to the doctor, it wasn't anything to worry about because it wasn't malignant either. Just scarred tissue that wasn't removed properly with the first operation that took place last year.

Then, Gadijah has given birth to a healthy baby boy, Masha-Allah!! Received a text message from her over the weekend saying that she and the little one were doing well Alghumdulillah!! I need to pop in & see how they're doing, I haven't seen her in yonks!! It would certainly be awesome to catch up with her!!

Adiela has discovered that she will also be expecting a bundle of joy in the next couple of months Insha-Allah!! She too, is completely over the moon with her news for she has also been struggling to conceive. But Allah surely knows best and we can only but utter our gratitude Alghumdulillah!!

Leona, ons wag nou net vir jou, jong, wink, wink!! En jy beter gou maak, ons wag angstig vir daardie kleintjie. Of moet ek se tweeling?? :)

Shaheema's wedding plans are on track and she ties the knot in October Insha-Allah. Her family has finalised everything with Sheikh Abduraghmaan Alexander of the Bridgetown mosque. The nikaah will be taking place at the beautiful Masjidul-Quds in Gatesville. And the bridal couple has asked Moi to make chocolate mousse to serve for dessert at the reception!! Hmmm, why am I not surprised??

And last, but certainly not least, I shall be on holiday from tomorrow till next week Tuesday Insha-Allah!! YAY!! AND I will be attending the one day international match at Newlands tomorrow, between SA & Australia!! Shucks, I cannot contain my excitement!! SA has been playing a good game so far & they better not disappoint tomorrow. My kids have been making fun of me the whole week already. They've seen what I'm like when I'm watching a game on the telly and they can't imagine what I'll get up to watching the game live!! OI!!

On another note, Shahieda has discovered that she's quite the scaredy cat!! *hangs head in shame* I had a light bulb moment today that stopped me right in my tracks & made me rethink the way I have been doing certain things lately. Hmmmm, suffice to say, I need to throw caution to the wind & just go for it. What do I have to loose heh?? So, first thing in the morning I shall be visiting the home affairs department to make application for my passport!! YAY!!

Ta-wak-ka-lullah!!

Why am I not surprised....

2009-04-06T19:42:00.002+02:00

that the court case that Jacob Zuma was to appear in has been dropped???

So much for my wishful thinking. When the announcement was made today at 11 am, my heart sunk into further despair. What happened to truth & justice for all?? And now it looks as if the country's worst fear will materialise and Jacob Zuma will be in the running for the highest seat in the land!!

This man never fails to amuse me. His ignorance & audacity is really something to behold. Don't even talk about his ability to put his foot in his mouth, it gives new meaning to the phrase 'not having a leg to stand on.' But then again, he slithers around & therefore doesn't need any legs!! LOL!!

I've become quite cynical of late. Can you blame me?? With the elections only two weeks away and the Confederation Cup to take place come June, the SA government has proved what puppets they are. When the announcement was made to deny the Dalai Lama a visa on the grounds "that it's not in the best interest of the country," I was completely livid!! Has our government forgotten their struggle against apartheid?? Those same people who were exiled from their country & forced to flee for their lives, were now turning a blind eye to a man who personifies peace for all of humankind. It doesn't make any sense does it??

I wait baited breath for the results of the elections, because God knows, if Zuma wins we're in need of a miracle!!

Milk tart, Cape Malay style

2009-04-05T23:31:00.004+02:00

After a whole lot of coaxing from the kids & my taste buds, I finally managed to make some milk tart after a long while. I just love the homemade variety, the commercial one contains too much cornflour & doesn't taste as good. Secondly, you can have yours as soon as it comes out of the oven, instead of a cold commercial one (which can be warmed in the microwave, but humour me, ok.)

With winter almost on our doorstep, the hot milk tart will make a good end to your supper too.

For the base you will need:

200ml castor sugar

30ml sunflower oil

250g butter

2 eggs

5ml vanilla essence

500ml cake flour, sifted

500ml self-raising flour, sifted

For the filling you will need:

10 eggs

125ml sugar

1 litre milk

30ml custard powder

15ml cake flour

5ml sugar

10ml vanilla essence

5 drops almond essence (optional)

2 pieces stick cinnamon

3 cardamom pods (elachi)

60ml butter

3ml ground cinnamon

For the base: Beat sugar, oil & butter in a large bowl till light & fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Stir in vanilla essence until well blended. Mix in flours until you have a soft dough. Using two thirds of the dough, press into rectangular oven dish including sides. Allow to rest in the fridge until the filling is ready.

Preheat oven to 160 degrees celsius or 310 degrees fahrenheit.

For the filling: Beat eggs & sugar in a very large bowl till thick & well blended, set aside. Mix 50ml milk with the custard powder, flour & 5ml sugar. Heat the rest of the milk in a saucepan until it reaches boiling point, remove from heat. Stir in custard mixture and mix well. Slowly pour milk mixture into eggs, while beating continuously. Add vanilla essence, almond essence (if using), cardamom pods & stick cinnamon & mix well. Pour filling into prepared biscuit crust, dot with 60 ml butter & sprinkle with 3ml ground cinnamon. Bake for 35-45 minutes until set.

With the one third of biscuit pastry that is left, I normally make some hertzoggies too!! YUMMEH!! They're my favorite because it contains coconut & apricot jam. I normally hide them away, for these treats I DON'T like sharing!! LOL!! Only drawback is I won't stop gobbling them up until they're all done. OI!!

For hertzoggies you will need:

biscuit pastry

apricot jam

coconut filling (heat coconut, sugar to taste, butter & hot water in saucepan until sugar & butter has melted)

Roll out the left over dough till about 3mm thick, cut out rounds using a cookie cutter. I normally use the flower-shaped one. Spray a patty pan with non-stick spray. Place biscuit rounds into each cavity. Place a half teaspoon of coconut filling onto one side of biscuit round & a half teaspoon apricot jam on the other side. Bake at 180 degrees celsuis or 360 degrees fahrenheit for about 8-10 minutes. Be careful not to bake it too long so as not to burn the coconut or the jam.

What have we become....

2009-04-02T22:04:00.002+02:00

that we feel the need to inflict harm on the next person???

What has society on a whole become, when we are so desensitised to the plight of others??

How is it that the people who are in positions of power are able to do as they please without having to take responsibility for their actions??

How can a country who has fought for democracy so fiercely turn around & dish out the same medicine that was handed to their people during Apartheid??

These are all questions that have been running through my mind for the last few days. Is it just me who feels that we're regressing instead of progressing?? This is something I have written about before elsewhere on my blog & I suppose I'll probably write in the future about it too. The thing is, am I going to be able to get any answers to my questions??

I don't wish to recount the happenings that have led to my asking all these questions. I fear that if I go that route I shan't be able to stop & my emotions would run haywire. I'm sure everyone has seen the news headlines of late.

All I can do is fervently pray!! God help us, we're in need of Your divine intervention!!

Which color is your aura???

2009-03-31T21:49:00.001+02:00

While checking Facebook the other day, I came across this quiz. All you had to do was answer a few questions & wala!! I must say that the result was completely spot on!! The description below describes my personality to the tee, it's kinda freaky!! -:)

Blues are the most caring, nurturing and protective personalities in the color-spectrum. They live out of their hearts and their emotions.

Their life purpose is to serve, help and love others. Blues have an inner knowledge and wisdom and they feel and know what is right without needing facts or data for substantiation.

The moment they become quiet inside, they will recognize or hear an inner voice or guidance, which will tell them what to do. They can easily tune into other people and feel precisely what is going on.

Blues are the most emotional of all the color personalities. They often feel lost if they don't have the opportunity to clear their way through their intense jungle of deep feelings.

Helpful activities for Blues would include talking with friends about their inner life, writing a journal or just being quiet so their intense emotions can calm down.

Bringing peace to my soul

2009-03-28T23:16:00.003+02:00

For the past two weeks I have not been my usual self. From the outside all looks good & well but deep down something is seriously amiss.

I've always been the one to egg others on when they're not feeling up to par, yet I cannot seem to do so for myself of late. It's really hard to pinpoint exactly when this all started & what actually triggered the whole process but Shahieda is not her usual perky self. Sounds like I'm repeating myself heh??

Surely one does get tired of having to 'hou die blink kant bo' as they say in Afrikaans. For the past week I have been digging very deep within myself to find some answers & I seem to be heading there but not as fast as would have liked to. I hate feeling out of sync, it makes me feel like I don't have control. What has been my anchor, holding me from floating back into the oblivion of despair has been the reciting of Surah Ar-Raghmaan.

There's something so beautiful & poetic about this specific Surah, it's reading has me in tears every time. It really brings peace to my soul.

I remember hearing it for the first time many years ago. Sheikh Abduraghmaan Alexander recited it & the raw emotion & melody (lagu) with which he recited it had every person in the congregation in tears. This was the first Surah he taught his daughter, Firdous, to read when she started learning the Quran by heart. We know Surah Yaseen as the 'Heart' of the Quran, Surah Ar-Raghmaan is known as the 'Bride' of the Quran.

During last Ramadhaan, Nadia, Shaheema, Raihaana, Fouzia & I attended Masjidul-Quds' Lailatul Qadr program. The congregation consisted of six thousand people!! The thikr program started around 12am & continued until just before Fajr salaah. The MC for the event was none other than Sheikh Abduraghmaan Alexander!! At one point during the program, the Sheikh mentioned that a Qari was going to recite from the Quran.

I remember looking at Shaheema & Raihaana saying how awesome it would be if the Qari would read Surah Ar-Raghmaan. My words weren't even cold when I heard Sheikh mention that this Surah was to be read. Oh my, what utter splendour!! The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end & I developed goosebumps on my arms. But the best feeling of all was just closing my eyes & allowing the utterance to reverberate through my whole being!!

I have made intention to learn this Surah by heart Insha-Allah Ameen. May Allah make it easy for me. And for those who find themselves in strife, the reading of Ar-Raghmaan is sure to bring relief Insha-Allah Ameen.

Fabe-ayye-aalaa-e-rabbekuma tukathzebaan

Then which of the favours of your Lord will ye deny???

Happy Birthday Dad

2009-03-21T13:06:00.003+02:00

Today not only marks, Human Rights Day but also my dad's birthday!! He's such a lucky devil to be celebrating his birthday on a public holiday. Imagine not having to cart yourself off to work on your birthday AND if it happens to be on a Sunday, automatically the Monday would also be a public holiday!! -:)

So, I'd like to take this opportunity to wish my dad a very Happy Birthday!! May the Almighty bestow you with endless blessings and may the coming years be filled with joy, happiness & everything your heart desires!!

I often don't get to express myself as I should but know that you are always in my thoughts & duas. We are similar in so many ways, our stubbornness, not being able to back down when we should, always wanting to have the last say and the sharp wit. Having said that, I am prettier though, wink, wink!!

Love you lots like jelly tots, mmmwwwaaahh!!

Words that have touched my heart

2009-03-19T21:12:00.003+02:00

I can count myself as truly blessed for having influential, loving & positive people in my life. Each of them bringing a different dynamic, pure & wholesome.

I'd like to take the opportunity of thanking one such person, my cousin Shaheema. She's always there, whether it be spurring me on to do my best, or reminding me to give myself a pat on the back. Our bond is quite telepathic at times, she knowing when I need inspiration or the other way around. There are times when this telepathy is downright freaky!! :)

Quite recently, I shared my excitement on my discovery of Kahlil Gibran's book, 'The Prophet.' After reading the book (I fetched a copy from a nearby library) countless times, I showed her the passages when she visited one evening. *I'm one to blabber about something I'm passionate about all the time*

I shouldn't have been surprised when she bought me my own copy of the book. I was told she had a surprise for me. *I'm like a little girl when it comes to surprises, can't wait to see what it is* Truth be told, I was expecting something for the PC I bought, perhaps a cool mouse pad or a memory stick, but received a book I would treasure for a lifetime. One I would gladly pass onto my kids!!

Delectable Chocolate chip pancakes

2009-03-17T22:31:00.004+02:00

During the week I do not have the time to sit down & have breakfast with my kids (hangs head in shame.) By the time I leave in the morning, they're still sleeping. So, I make it a point when it comes to the weekend to cook up a good breakfast. Pancakes feature heavily (they seem to just accumulate on the waistline when I'm not looking -:) ) on the menu.

I've created quite a following with these pancakes & one of these fine days they're going to get me into a whole lot of trouble!! :) So, before this happens let me post the recipe so that everyone can give it a go!! It's quite simple to make, even the kids make them on occasion.

You will need:

1 cup cake flour (250ml)
2tsps baking powder (10ml)
2tblsp sugar
250ml milk
2tblsp butter, melted
1 large egg
dark chocolate, cut into pieces (I use Beacon's Midnight velvet)

In a bowl add all the dry ingredients together and make a well in the centre.
Measure milk in a jug, add egg & melted butter. Beat thoroughly.
Slowly pour milk mixture into dry ingredients, while mixing slowly.
Beat for about one minute until well blended.
Allow mixture to stand for about 20 to 30 minutes.
When you're ready to start frying pancakes, cut pieces of dark chocolate into mixture.
Fold in lightly, do not over beat.
Heat a heavy-based pan & spray with non-stick cooking spray.
Scoop spoonfuls of mixture onto hot pan & allow to cook until bubbles begin to appear.
Flip pancakes over and cook on other side.
Keep warm until all pancakes are fried.

Serve with dollops of fresh cream, strawberries, blueberries, or any other fruit of your choice, as well as golden syrup. Add a cup of cappuccino or mocha to that & you're all set. YUMMEH!!

Updated: Origin of the word Kiffight

2009-03-16T21:41:00.004+02:00

It seems I have caused some confusion with regards to this post. My laziness to elaborate on the subject has now come back to bite me on the butt!! To dispel any misunderstandings I'm going to add more information. Please forgive me for my silly mistake. And thank you once again to AH for pointing this out to me.

Over the weekend a friend of mine mentioned that they were going to attend a kiffight in the area. This conversation immediately led me to think about our lesson during Sheikh Faaik Gamieldin's Usul-lul-Fiqh classes.

Usul-lul-Fiqh deals with the understanding of the study of the extraction of Shariah law from the Quraan & the Sunnah of the Prophet (S.A.W). The different Ahkaam (Hukoom-singular) are the following:

Fard - Compulsory
Sunnah - actions of the Prophet (S.A.W)
Mubah - Permissible
Haraam - Forbidden
Makrooh - Disallowed / abominable

The word 'kiffight' was coined from the Hukoom, Fardul Kiffaayah. Which is an act that is obligatory on the congregation (Jama'a.) Though a commandment on every one, it is sufficient if some do it, but if it is not done by anyone knowingly, then all are guilty of its violation. When a person passes away it is obligatory for the people in the community to attend to the burial of the said person. Attending a Nikaah also falls under this Hukoom. And by this I mean attending the actual wedding ceremony, not the wedding reception or waleemah.

So the older generation would use the word 'kiffight' instead of Janaazah, which is the correct term to use. Just thought that this tidbit of information would be of use to everyone.

Wallahu-a'lam

Extract 3 from Kahlil Gibran's book 'The Prophet'

2009-03-15T14:56:00.002+02:00

Then a rich man said, Speak to us of Giving.

And he answered:

You give but little when you give of your possessions.

It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow??

And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the over-prudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?

And what is fear of need but need itself?

Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

There are those who give little of the much which they have - and give it for the recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.

And there are those who have little and give it all.

There are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism.

And their are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;

They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.

Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.

It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding;

And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving.

And is there ought you would withhold?

All you have shall some day be given;

Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors'.

You often say, 'I would give, but only to the deserving.'

The trees in the orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.

They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you.

And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.

And what desert greater shall there be, than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving?

And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed?

See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life - while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

And you receivers - and you are all receivers - assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives.

Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings;

For to be overmindful of your debts is to doubt his generosity who has the free-hearted earth for mother, and God for father.

The height of boredom.....

2009-03-12T19:16:00.005+02:00

For the past few weeks, Cape Town has been experiencing very hot weather. The mercury had peaked at 38 degrees the other day, making it quite unbearable in the office.

You'd think that working for a company who sells & installs air conditioning units, there would be units installed in the building we're housed in. WRONG!!

We're situated in an industrial area & the company doesn't own the property at the moment. I suppose it's logic not installing anything yet but dang, it's hot in here!!

So much so that I have to head for the bathroom every so often to try & cool down. It helps a little bit but by the time I reach my desk, I need to make another trip to the bathroom!! I certainly cannot win can I???!!

Today the heat really got to me, that I had no inclination to do any work at all. Instead I removed the camera from my bag & decided to snap away. And this is what I came up with..............

Hmmmm, it certainly lends new meaning to the phrase "twiddling my toes" heh??!! -:)

Mating season????

2009-03-02T10:44:00.003+02:00

Ghaalietha always has the ability to catch me way off guard. One such incident happened over the weekend.

I was busy preparing breakfast Sunday morning when she asked me about a movie they watched at their dad’s place. Her enquiring mind prompted her to asking me about mating season.

Ghaalietha: Mum, what’s mating season???

Me:(my head racing to come up with an answer without using the word ‘sex’ LOL!!): Ummm, mating season is the time when animals cohabit with one another to reproduce.

Ghaalietha: Oh, I see. Then after that happens the animals have babies.

Me: (bracing myself for the next question): That is correct

Ghaalietha: (with a eureka expression on her face): So that would mean that humans also have mating season!!

Me (laughing my head off): No, humans don’t have mating season only animals do because that is their circle of life.

I could have gone on to explain that humans are the only species that have sex for pleasure and not only to reproduce but I feel that's giving too much information too soon. Looks like I'm going to have to do the 'birds & the bees' speech very soon with Ghaalietha.

*Sigh* My age seems to be catching up with me!!

As promised.....

2009-02-24T13:34:00.003+02:00

I shall be sharing extracts from Kahlil Gibran's book "The Prophet."

I sms'ed Shaheema last night and asked her to bring her copy of the book to work with her. I received an email from her this morning with the extract already typed out!! She knew which one I would request even without me saying anything!! Couz, you know me too well, hehehehehe!!

With today's post, I'll share what the author writes about marriage. On my reading of this particular extract, I developed goosebumps!!! I sometimes wonder if my situation with my failed marriage would have been different had I read this extract earlier in my life. But like Shaheema always says, and so do I, there's a particular reason why I didn't. Lessons come when the pupil is ready to learn!!

Then Almitra spoke again and said...

"And what of Marriage, master?"

And he answered saying:

You were born together,

and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when the white wings

of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent

memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each of you be alone.

Even as the strings of a lute are alone

though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together.

For the pillars of the temple stand apart.

And the oak tree and the cypress

grow not in each other's shadow.

From a personal perspective, I think that every couple embarking on marriage should read this extract & learn from it. It holds boundless wisdom, and if we should take cognisance of it there would be less marriages ending. Don't you think??

I'm quite ecstatic to report that Shaheema has asked Moi to read this particular extract at her wedding reception Insha-Allah!! And why wouldn't I?? It's the most appropriate piece of poetry to start on a lifelong journey Insha-Allah Ameen!!

Guilty as charged......

2009-02-19T11:19:00.004+02:00

Yes, I haven’t been very punctual about updating my blog lately and believe me, it shows. Writing down my thoughts has always been an outlet for me and since I haven’t been doing just that, my head feels kinda muddled!! Or maybe I should blame it on all the time I have been spending on Facebook?? :)

Or, perhaps it’s the new developments taking place in my life at this moment?? Whatever the reasons, I should get down to it, shouldn't I?? So, here goes……..

On Tuesday evening while attending a school meeting, I was quite surprised by the opening address given by the Principal. Mr. Daniels is quite a blabber mouth and once he gets started there’s no stopping him, hehehe!! Anyhow, after greeting the parents he goes on & mentions some verses he had come across concerning children. What he read made me want to jump up from my seat & shout “I just read that book a couple of months ago!!” And as he read the extract I felt the tears spring from behind my lids & course down my cheeks.

I’d like to share what he read to the parents there that evening because this specific author made such a huge impact on me as a person. I actually read the book over and over again, gleaning a new perspective with each read. The extract comes from a book by Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet. This man’s gift for poetry is immeasurable!! His writing is simple yet touching, his ability to turn mundane everyday experiences into sheer art just boggles the mind!! And most importantly, he exposes our humanity.

Yeah, Yeah, I’ll shut up already & get down to those specific verses, hehehe!!

The Prophet

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons & daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backwards nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living
arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and
He bends you with His might that his arrows may go swift
and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also
The bow that is stable.

Need I say more????

I will endeavor to post other extracts concerning love, marriage, laws & everything else Mr. Gibran touches on, in the hopes that it would inspire you as much as his writing has inspired me.

It has become a bit easier, Alghumdulillah!!

2009-01-27T08:52:00.003+02:00

It's the 3rd anniversary of Rahim's death. May Allah grant him Jannatul Firdous, Insha-Allah Ameen!!

You are still very much in my thoughts but as the Diva, Mariah says:

This is for my peoples who just lost somebody,
your best friend, your baby, your man or your lady
put your head way up high,
we will never say bye

No, no, no, no
Mammas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends & cousins
This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers
Lift your hand to the sky,
we will never say bye

To all those who have lost loved ones, may Allah ease your pain and may time bring acceptance & peace. For Allah is Ghafoer-rur-Raghiem!!

I have a confession to make......

2008-12-18T14:24:00.003+02:00

I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but I suppose now is as good a time as any. I have an addiction. *And it's bad!!*

I need my fix early morning, although when I'm not able to get it I have it later during the day.

But have it I must.

I've tried hard to get my body to function without it but the withdrawal symptoms are just horrendous!!

One day without it and my brain doesn't even function properly too, my thoughts continuously return to it.

The doctor says it's good for me and that I shouldn't even try to give it up. I suppose he's right.

Fruit salad, my addiction!!

What were you thinking???? Haaaiiiibbbbooo, you must neva!!! :)

India se 9/11.....

2008-11-28T14:47:00.003+02:00

That was the headline that greeted me this morning while on my way to work!!!

I am deeply disturbed & saddened by the fact that humans kill in the name of religion. All religions preach peace & the sanctity of life. For too long have I sat back & watched atrocities being performed in the name of Islam without voicing my opinion. Today, my silence ends.......

Islam has, & always will be a religion of peace & has preached an atittude of non-violence since it's revelation. Our Prophet (SAW) was a peace loving man & would only take up arms when he or his people were threatened. One just needs to read up on how he handled the situation with the Christians of Najraan, a city in Yemen 1360 years ago. The Holy Quran preaches non violence too & the maxim that a human is innocent until proven guilty.

These militant 'Islamists' who go around killing innocent people in the name of Allah & calling it Jihaad are twisting verses from the Quran to their end. There is no verse in the Quran that condones such senseless acts.

Many non Muslims have the perception that Jihaad means 'war'. Jihaad means struggle or difficulty. That is, any struggle or difficulty that you may encounter on your journey through life. So, I do not understand where the concept of Jihaad meaning 'war' stems from & why, when mentioned brings fear & images of violence to mind!!

Recently I happened to watch the movie 'Body of lies', starring Leonardo Dicaprio & Russell Crowe. Let me just say that if what was portrayed here is what really happens if these militant groups go about their 'duties', then I'm in need of a wake up call!!

The only way to remove these perceptions is to educate those around us. Islam is a most beautiful religion & if we would take the time to read up on all the facets of it, we would realise how complete it is!! Hopefully my post today will help in some small significant way. I've always believed that the pen is mightier than the sword, may Allah guide & protect us all Insha-Allah Ameen!!

The person responsible............

2008-11-21T12:12:00.003+02:00

for my frustration at work will be going on leave for the next three weeks. YAY!! I'm ecstatic. Can you tell???

I've decided that during the time he is away from the office I'll be able to put procedures in place that would allow for smoother running of the accounting side of the company. Lets just hope that when he returns, he's going to adhere to procedure.

Since working here my days are filled with trying to explain why a paper trail from an accounting perspective is very important. Shucks, the sales staff don't even make out a receipt for cash received. HUH?? Where have you ever heard that??

The C.O.D account is in the 120 day outstanding mark already & trying to get contact information from him for the specific customers is like trying to draw water from a rock!! CASH.ON.DELIVERY. That's what it's supposed to mean, I think the dictionary he uses probably has it listed as meaning something else, hehehe.

Nonetheless, I look forward to the peace & quiet of the next three weeks. No shouting, no smoking in the warehouse, no cussing & certainly no temper tantrums!! I'll probably have to pinch myself every now & again to remind myself I'm not dreaming!! LOL!!

Shucks, I could definitely get used to him not being around at all. But that, my friends, would be wishful thinking on my part!!

It's strange how children tend to air their fears.

2008-11-19T12:07:00.002+02:00

Last night while cleaning up my kitchen, Uthmaan confessed that he was very frustrated. A 11 year old, frustrated??

I stopped what I was doing & gave him my full attention. What he told me completely blew me away to say the least!!

The following is the conversation that ensued:

Uthmaan: Mom, I need to tell you something. But you have to take this very seriously, ok.

Me (totally taken aback): I take everything you say seriously, my dear!!

Uthmaan (wearing a very somber expression): Ok, I need a brother in this house!! Being the only boy is driving me crazy!!

Me (stifling a grin): I completely understand my boy!! I'd feel the same way if I were in your shoes. But you do realise what it means for this to happen??

Uthmaan: Yes mum, it means you need to get married. I want you to but I need to feel comfortable with that person first.

Me(comforting him): There's no way I would even consider marrying someone if my children weren't happy with him.

Uthmaan(sighing): I know that mum, you say that all the time. But it's time for you to settle down now, you've been on your own too long.

Me(thinking how quickly he's grown up): I need to find someone suitable first, not so?? In this day & age it's kinda difficult. So just be patient & make dua for me, ok.

Uthmaan: Yes, I don't want someone who's going to hurt you or someone who won't accept us. You're always in my duas mum & remember that I love you!!

Me: I love you too sweets!!

When I had put my children to bed, I realised that Uthmaan's fears were brought on by the episode of Sewende Laan he had watched earlier. Errol's mom has a boyfriend who physically abuses her, she has such a low self esteem that she doesn't realise what it's doing to herself & her son.

He's also picked up on my aloof mood of late. I've always been one to not let anything dampen my spirits. But lately it's been difficult because of various things taking place. There's my loneliness for one (it's quite overwhelming at times), Raihaana's trip to the doctor again & the one year anniversary of my gran who passed away from lung cancer.

Uthmaan's conversation made me realise that I need to be more weary of how I go about dealing with my feelings. Yes, I'm only human but the conversation was certainly a wake up call!!

So, this is how my children keep me grounded!! And like I said yesterday when I commented on Nazrah's note, my children are certainly the light at the end of the tunnel!!

Happy Birthday to me!!

2008-11-12T14:59:00.006+02:00

Yep, I've just turned 35 years old (read: 21) & I am utterly grateful for my circumstances Alghumdulillah!!

Firstly, I would like to thank my Creator for the blessings in my life, I definitely wouldn't be where I am today without His Ragmah.

They say that the older we become the wiser we are. Wiser, perhaps but I'm still one who can be whimsical, crazy & foolish at the same time, hehehe. But I wouldn't change that for the world!! It's this whimsical & foolish nature that made me celebrate my birthday at the Capetonian Hotel with family members. What was so whimsical or foolish about that?? Well, I asked all my guests to dress up big time!! So, it ended up looking more like a Debutant Ball, hehehe.

Suffice to say that I ended up being fashionably late (read: I wanted to make an entrance).

The food was scrumptious, the company vibey & fun. I only missed one person.......... (sigh)

To crown it all, Gakiema had surprised me with a birthday cake, candles & all!! She can be as crazy & foolish as I am. I don't see how otherwise, as we're both Scorpios, celebrating our birthdays days from each other!! Shukran sweets, you made my day & I didn't even see it coming!! LOL!!

A great, big Shukran to Shaheema for making the most beautiful dress!! And for always reminding me that 'I am beautiful in every single way, words can't bring me down.' Love you lots like jelly tots!!

To all my family & friends, I cannot thank you enough for your sms', emails & phone calls!! Your well wishes & duas are greatly appreciated!! Without your love & support I would not be able to weather the many storms life has thrown my way. I cannot see a life without any one of you!! May Allah bless each one of you & may we still be together & continue to grow for a long time to come Insha-Allah Ameen!!

An Idyllic weekend

2008-10-27T10:40:00.015+02:00

To say that my weekend away was great, is a gross understatement!! It was definitely what the doctor ordered and what I needed to get myself centered once again.

One needs to get away from the hustle & bustle of city life every now & again. What better place to do so than Club Mykonos on the West Coast. It was my first time there & I'm definitely visiting Mykonos again in the near future, Insha-Allah.

On arriving there, the first thing I noticed was that the whole setup looked exactly like Mykonos in Greece!! If you've seen the movie Mama Mia, you'll know what I'm talking about. Quaint little chalets painted in primary colors, cobbled paths as well as windmills!! Even the details on the harbor are similar.

By the time we had checked in I was ravenous!! We had decided on something quick for supper, which was borewors rolls with accompanying sauces.

We hardly had any sleep Friday evening, mind you!! All the ladies were far too busy talking about everything under the sun. I managed to get some shut eye around 5am Saturday morning, hehehehe. I probably had about 3 hours sleep,when I woke up to the smell of breakfast being made downstairs!! Yummy!! Debbie had jumped the gun & was busy making omelettes with viennas & cheese.

* I know you're reading this Sedick, so I purposefully put in pics of the food!! Hungry?? hehehe*

After the delish breafkfast we decided to explore a bit. Shiehaam & Debbie had been to Mykonos before so they were the guides, showing us the sights & sounds. There was a tiny fleamarket which we spotted & upon browsing around I discovered a beautiful wrought iron stand with glass bowl. The bowl had holes around the circumference, allowing for serviettes to be pushed through.

We then made our way to the harbour and then the beach. I'd been waiting for such a long time to take a stroll on the beach. Normally when I'm stressed I would either bake up a storm in the kitchen, dance till I was completely out of breath, clean my home from top to bottom or do some embroidery. When all else fails, I'd hit the beach and take in the rythmic sound of the waves. I haven't done it in a looooooonnnggg time.

I certainly walked away feeling rejuvenated & I felt like the cowebs in my mind had been cleared. By the time we returned to the chalet we were famished once again. For lunch we just finished what was left of breakfast & snacked on some chips, crackers with gourmet cheese & so forth. After lunch it was time for dancing!! YAY!! Shiehaam had brought along a cd with some of Mama Mia's sound track songs, so Cindy & I just let loose!! The two of us danced till we were completely out of breath!! Then it was Aneesa's turn to get her groove on. And did she dance Sedick, I know I'm rubbing it in!!

Out of breath & a couple of kilos lighter, preparation was made for supper *we really ate too much.* Braaied chicken, sausage & chops were the order of the day, as well as noodle salad, potato salad & a tossed salad. And no Sedick, we did not burn the meat AND we did not require any help from the neighbours (read: a man) to get the fire going!! Hehehehe!!

After stuffing our faces we relaxed a bit & then I went upstairs to take in the beautiful sunset.

Then it was time for our session in the pools & the sauna. I'm not one to swim when there are alot of people around. So I was quite chuffed when we arrived there & the pools weren't too full. The warm water was quite soothing!!

Thereafter we ended up in the sauna for about half an hour. When all the ladies had finished showered, we went back to the chalet where a huge pampering session ensued!! Debbie gave each lady a massage, making my toes curl!! Thank you Debs, it was much appreciated!! We ended up getting to bed in the wee hours of Sunday morning!!

It was my turn to make breakfast & yes, I did say I wasn't going to do any cooking for the weekend. But had I not made my choc-chip pancakes or chocolate mousse for dessert, I would have had to walk home!! LOL!!

After breafast it was time for some serious shopping!! The children wouldn't be very impressed with mum if she returned home without bearing any gifts,*wink, wink*

We returned to the Lagoon Mall to scout for gifts. Shiehaam & I went into a curio shop we spotted Friday evening already. They were selling the most beautiful trinkets. What was very surprising to me was that they were stockists of Carrol Boyes products. According to Theo, an email buddy, these products were only found at exclusive shops but then again Langebaan is a tourist attraction.

We all managed to find gifts for the little ones eagerly waiting for mum to come home. After having our lunch & dessert (bugger, I had forgotten to take pics of Sunday lunch, those pics would have been too much for you to handle Sedick!! hehehe) we reflected amongst ourselves about the past 2 days spent together. Saying our thanks to each other & expressing gratitude for the spritual growth that we afforded one another too!!

*And a unanimous decision was made to return to Mykonos but with the families as well*

YAY!!! The weekend's here!!

2008-10-24T10:05:00.002+02:00

I've been looking forward to this weekend since Ramadaan month!! Yes, this weekend I get to go away & chill with a few girlfriends.

It will be the first time ever that I am away from my kids (they get to spend weekends away from me, if you know what I mean, hehehe). But it's a well deserved break, something I should have done a long time ago. Two days before Eid I had a wake up call in the form of an anxiety or asthma attack (I'm not asthmatic)!! That experience I will never forget. I suppose it was my body's way of telling me to slow down.

But what made it even worse was the fact that the attack happened in full view of my children!! The helplessness they felt and the fear in their eyes was heart wrenching!! I've been so used to doing everything for the last 7 years *(Uthmaan calls me 'superwoman')* that I had taken my health for granted.

I suppose I can't blame myself too, being the eldest I was reared to be strong at all times. So it's been a pattern of mine for years, just pushing myself and making no excuses at all. Well, today I'm making an excuse, from 14h30 today till 18h30 on Sunday I shall be doing absolutely nothing but relaxing!! No baking, no cooking, no cleaning, just reading, walking on the beach & having a great time with the ladies!!

*Club Mykonos here I come*

Ooooooopppppppsssssss!!!

2008-10-23T14:52:00.004+02:00

I couldn't contain myself when I watched the following video clip!! I just had to post it on my blog, talk about the most embarrassing moment ever!! LMAO!!!

Had I been the News anchor I would never have been able to keep a straight face!!

They're back!!

2008-10-20T09:08:00.011+02:00

My babies are back from their tour through the beautiful scenic Garden Route. Suffice to say they had a marvellous time & took many pics to prove their point. I'll say no more & let the pics say all that needs to be said!!

Aqeedah snoozing in the bus.

Aqeedah standing on ostrich eggs, the shells are very thick!!

Uthmaan holding an ostrich egg.

Uthmaan standing next to a replica of an ostrich.

Struggling to get one of the students onto an ostrich.

Oi, Oi, that's why the guide struggled to get him on!! Look at how chubby he is!! Funny enough, Aqeedah mentioned that he was the only one to remain on the ostrich, everyone else fell off!! LOL!! Must be the size of his cheeks that kept him there!!

Anyone else fancy a ride????

Easy peezy, innit???

Now there's a sight for sore eyes!! You certainly do not see this everyday!!

Yeeeeehaaaaaa!! Camel rides anyone???

Real Mothers

2008-10-17T14:02:00.003+02:00

I've just received this beautiful email and thought I would share it, thank you very much Cindy!! This is in memory of all moms whom Allah has taken away.

MOTHERS

Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
they don't have time to make it.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
are probably in the sandbox.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
filthy ovens and happy kids.

Real Mothers know that dried play dough
doesn't come out of carpets.

Real Mothers don't want to know
what the vacuum just sucked up.

Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'
and get their answer when
a little voice says, 'Because I love you best..'

Real Mothers know that a child's growth
is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!

8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.

14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.

16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.

18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!

25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!

35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion that she shows,
and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

May you rest in peace!!

2008-10-17T12:48:00.002+02:00

I've just received word that Aunty Mariam Williams has passed on, the Janazah will take place after Jumuah Insha-Allah.

Ina Lilahi was ina ilayhi rajie oon, From Allah we come and unto Him is our return!!

Shanaaz, to you and your siblings, may Allah make it easy for all of you. May He grant you all the patience to deal with your loss. For losing a mother is surely losing a compass!! You are in my duas!! Ameen.

May Allah grant this mother Jannatul Firdous!! Al Fatihah

She's been keeping me on my toes!!

2008-10-15T12:45:00.004+02:00

Uthmaan & Aqeedah have been away on tour for the past week and Madam Ghaalietha has literally been driving me up the pole to say the least!! hehehe.....

I've actually realised that between the three of them, I've neglected her a bit. *hangs head in shame* And she has made no qualms about letting mum know this!!

So, for the past few days she's managed to wrap me around her little finger. Last night while preparing supper, she politely told me that she was going to help me make food. It doesn't matter how many times I tried telling her that the onions were going to make her eyes burn, she insisted on cutting them!! After cutting half the onion, she looked at me solemnly and told me to cut the rest of the onion because her eyes were tearing!! As stubborn as a mule, I tell you!! Just like mum, hehehehe.

While playing with her, she politely told me that she didn't really like girls toys because they weren't as fun as boys toys. She preferred playing marbles, spinning tops, riding bike, climbing trees and playing 'cops & robbers!!' Oi, Oi, do we have a tomboy in the making?? God help me!!

One 'girly' thing she does enjoy is having her hair done and playing dress up. There might just be light at the end of the tunnel, no???

Chick Flick Weekend

2008-10-13T11:21:00.002+02:00

Uthmaan had been invited by a cousin to sleep over, leaving us girls to our own devices!! Since we don't' do junk food much I decided to order pizza and a sub for supper, chicken tikka pizza to be precise!! Yummy!! And what better way to spend Friday evening than with Bollywood movies!!

My schedule has been so hectic lately I can't remember when last I sat down to watch a dvd let alone a program on television!! Aqeedah, Ghaalietha and I thoroughly enjoyed 'Salaam Namaste', starring Preity Zintar & Saif Ali Khan. Although I was quite perturbed as to two 'scenes' in the movie!! Ooppppsss!! I had forgotten that the Bollywood movies of late are not the same I was used to!!

Nonetheless, the catchy tunes, love ballads and the tears (what's a good Bollywood movie without the tissue box!!) were exactly what I needed!!

Saturday I attended the lecture at Masjidul Quds, with Shaheema joining the class too!! Sheikh Faaik Gamieldien was at his best as usual and I walked away feeling spiritually uplifted. Thereafter the two of us joined the Islamic library, Shaheema taking the book, 'Not without my daughter' and I taking 'The International Jew.' So far the book has me riveted!!

Then it was fabric shopping for us. My birthday's coming up soon & I've been wanting to have a dress made for ages but just not getting there. So, what better time than for my birthday!! The fabric Shaheema & I chose is absolutely gorgeous!! And the style of dress I chose even more gorgeous!! Can't wait to see the finished product.

*Watch this space for updates on 'the making of the dress'*

Aqeedah cooks her first full meal!!

2008-10-10T12:48:00.003+02:00

On arriving home from work last night, Aqeedah decided that she was going to make supper for the family. She wanted to make her favorite dish, which is frikkadel with mashed potatoes and savoury rice.

I was promptly told not to do anything but to just supervise her in the kitchen. Aqeedah went about gathering all the ingredients for her dish. Then she cut up all the ingredients for the frikkadel, placed them in a bowl and proceeded to squish them until it was all mixed through (personally, I think she just likes the squishing part the most, hehehe.)

She then cleaned potatoes and placed them in a pot to boil until soft. Nobody was allowed to touch the potatoes when they were done because she wanted to mash them (see what I mean, she enjoys the squishing bit!!) Ghaalietha then helped her take pieces of the frikkadel mixture, rolled them into little balls and passed them onto Aqeedah to place in the hot pan. Mum watched them closely at the stove.

Aqeedah then proceeded to boil some rice with mix vegetables. When the rice was done cooking, she strained it and washed the rice with cold water. She then placed the rice back on the stove to steam until done. During this time Uthmaan had set the table and everybody sat down to eat. Ghaalietha ate the most frikkadel!! She doesn't eat so many when mum makes them!! But the food was delish and it just made me realise once again that my little girl is growing up too fast!!

*Well done sweets!!*

I have also been trying to teach Aqeedah to do some hand embroidery. Even using the hoop hasn't made things easier for her. Suffice to say that she doesn't have the patience to sit still for such long periods of time!! LOL!! What she & Ghaalietha enjoy doing is glass painting, maybe I should try the embroidery again when she's a bit older. Mum enjoys the embroidery as it's a way of relaxing & de-stressing!!