Friday, 27 November 2009
I kind of got the message and gave up then. The house still looked good though after two days of solid scrubbing from top to bottom (I went a bit crazy and started taking the house apart before I realised there is only so much you can do in two days) and hubby's balloons:
Baby came down and got super-excited when he saw them
I also made an attempt at matching my flowers and candles to the balloons and tried my hand at this "cake-plant" made with a wet foam brick used for flower arranging placed in a basket and covered with fake flowers. The sticks are bamboo skewers. I have guests for dinner and lunch tomorrow so will light the candles then and put new cakes on the "cake-plant"
Little Lady was enjoying her sparkly new shoes (I have a feeling she will be wearing these with everything).
Her cupcake purse also came in useful to stash her choclate money.
We went over to mum's for lunch and Fashionista decided to give Little Lady a mug she could paint. Of course she also managed to paint her face, hands, white top and new dress.
Mum's cooking was gorgeous as always. As usual she flouted my sweet ban (I am sure she enjoys this) and laid out sweets for the kids to gorge on.
Thursday, 26 November 2009
With Christmas coming up and entering the children's consciousness already, I thought this would good to remind them we have something blessed of our own to celebrate and share.
I had to get my poor, tired-from-work hubby to take me to the supermarket at 8pm where these were on offer (no I don't have eight kids at school, the rest are for people he gets work from).
I think these or something similar, like Indian mithai or baklawa would also be nice to take to work.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
I decided to have a go and the lettering came out quite neat (better than my last attempt anyway).
I had these notelets sitting around for some time, knowing I would fidn a use for them. I did when Little Lady asked for Eid cards for her class (I don't buy her Christmas cards, so this is a nice alternative).
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
So I have been scrubbing the house from top to bottom in time for Eid, trying to cook a fresh meal everyday, trying to get Little Lady to study a little Arabic each day and…not much else and my mind seems to be coming down slowly off of it’s spaced-out, anxious little perch alhamdulillah.
I have the next few days off to gently prepare for Eid and insh’Allah try and gain some rewards from these special days of Dhul-Hajj, and what do you know? I feel calm and rested enough that that creative feeling is starting to emerge again. Little Lady has asked for some Eid cards for her friends and I have that Eid party to plan…
Saturday, 21 November 2009
- Finding the perfect outfit for Eid (hot pink, silver and pearls).
- Being bought another outfit by Long-Suffering Sister (turquoise, silver and diamante).
- Finding 6 bunches of flowers for £5 in the market, in the colour’s of my Eid décor.
- Finding the white tops I needed for Little Lady at market for £1 each (Zara tops at that).
- Getting to skive most of the day .
- Locking myself out of the house with kids, but without keys, cash, bus pass or phone.
- Wearing out the door bell, but still not managing to wake my brother-in-law to let us in.
- Getting to my mum’s and finding she doesn’t have our spare key.
- Falling on the street.
- In very slow motion.
- In front of mum’s neighbours.
- Being picked off the floor super quick by Fashionista and LS when I wanted to stay down there.
Well, at least I wasn’t hurt (just sore) and as Kooky Little Sister pointed out, big deal, between us we’ve fallen from worst places – like the time she jumped out the upstairs window...
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Ibn Abbas (may Allah be pleased with him) reported that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said: "There are no days in which righteous deeds are more beloved to Allah than these ten days." The people asked, "Not even jihad for the sake of Allah?" He said, "Not even jihad for the sake of Allah, except in the case of a man who went out to fight, giving himself and his wealth up for the cause, and came back with nothing." (Al-Bukhari)
Abdullah ibn `Umar (may Allah be pleased with him) reported that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said: "There are no days greater in the sight of Allah and in which righteous deeds are more beloved to Him than these ten days, so during this time recite a great deal of tahlil (saying: 'there is no god but Allah'), takbir and tahmid." (Ahmad)
Abu Hurairah (may Allah be pleased with him) relates that the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) said, "There are no days more beloved to Allah for you to worship Him therein than the ten days of Dhul Hijja. Fasting any day during it is equivalent to fasting one year and to offer salatul tahajjud (late-night prayer) during one of its nights is like performing the late night prayer on the night of power. [i.e., Lailatul Qadr]." (at-Tirmidhi, Ibn Majah, and al-Baihaqi)
Mabrook to those blessed brothers an sisters who have been called by Allah (SWT) to His House this year. May your journeys be smooth, may Allah (SWT) enable to you to fulfil all of the rights of hajj and may your efforts be accepted as sincere and for Allah (SWT) only, with you returning to us with your slate wiped clear. Our hearts go with you and may Allah (SWT) let our turn come quickly too. Ameen.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Yesterday I got home from work and found that there was nothing to cook and that I needed a walk. I got the kids ready, loaded the baby into his pram (at two and a half he can walk but won’t hold our hands and we live near a busy road). I tried to get the pram out of the door and found hubby had parked the car so close to the front door that I could not get the pram out, of course I only realized this after I had already completely wedged the whole pram into the door and could get it neither in nor out of the house. I asked Little Lady to try and get the baby out and she gave a half-hearted little tug and declared she couldn’t. In the end I had to climb over the pram, squeeze through the door and get the baby out who was hanging with his legs in mid-air (the pram had tilted forward), not looking very bothered at all.
I finally managed to get the pram shut, out of the door, open again and get the baby back in. We got to the supermarket, and I got our shopping done:
“Why can’t we get the
mini pitta bread
“Because then I’ll be poor!”
“And because I said!”
By this time we were all tired and the kids were pleading for a bus ride. Of course this was one of my “being extremely stupid” days and after walking the convoluted route to the bus stop I found we were smack bang in the middle of rush hour. We missed the first bus and had to wait 20 minutes for the next one by which time there were queues of people and other prams trying to get on. London Busses and prams are a pet peeve of mine. Every bus driver seems to have his own rule about how many prams are allowed on (I have seen anything from 1 to 5 squashed on) and every time a bus driver tells me to close my pram, I want to deck him – how are you supposed you hold the baby, the shopping and collapse the pram with two hands whilst a queue grows behind you. I thought there is no way I let another pram on when I have been waiting in the cold for so long. Not very Islamic I know, but I wasn’t feeling like a very good Muslimah at that moment. So I barged the mob that was pushing in front of me and with a little help from other passengers got on just ahead of the other ladies. I don’t think my kids had seen me behave like this before!
Of course, once you are on, the battle isn’t over. You get the narrow little aisle you have to struggle down on the way to the buggy/wheelchair space. There is always some grumpy old cow, sorry “lady” or “gentleman” who sits with their ankles hanging out in the aisle who won’t move and then mutters on about “no manners, them bloody foreigners” when they get hit, thinking you can’t understand what they are saying (I always respond with profuse apologies in my best fake cut-glass accent).
I had to swallow my temper when I got to the pram space and people got up to make way and gave their seats to the older two children. By the time I’d been to the butchers, got home, got the baby and all the shopping out, folded the pram and got the kids and shopping inside I was too knackered to cook. Poor hubby got home to find me trying to get the dinner on at 9.00pm (spicy chicken pasta, lentils and chappati).
So today I am avoiding both cooking and shopping. I am resting, catching up on my blogging, uploading pictures to my flickr account and trying to get my job applications ready for submission on Friday insh’Allah. I have had a ridiculous week at work with someone elses work dumped on me a day before the deadline (tomorrow) and plenty else to do, but insh’Allah after this week things should calm down and I can concentrate on Eid shopping and baby-waiting (another niece or nephew on the way any day now courtesy of one of my sisters-in-law in Pakistan, please pray for her to have a safe and easy delivery).
I forgot about this until yesterday when I met a friend in the prayer room and she introduced me to another sister. We got talking and mentioned how it was a shame we hadn’t gotten to know each other. Someone suggested lunch with a few other sisters invited along and I asked if anyone would be interested in coming to an Eid lunch one day. We have an e-mail distribution list with the names of all of the brothers and sisters who use the prayer room to keep everyone up-to-date about the room of the use and changes in arrangements. Perhaps we could extend the invitation to all of the sisters on the list? There was some interest and we agreed to discuss further at lunch, which should be next week.
Hopefully we should be able to book one of the conference rooms and everyone can bring something along and the sisters can learn all about networking the Muslimah way (usually involves food at some point).
Oh and I mentioned the sister I had met earlier in the week, turns out she is one of the senior managers in the organisation and has led prayers a few times for sisters mash'Allah. She's defo invited.
Saturday, 7 November 2009
I had soooo much fun meeting them both and also Sis Mina of Humble Muslimah who was very sweet and a little shy I think. We had fun with a food tasting game (guess who won! ;) and a quiz, but of course the best bit was the fab food which all tasted great (the chicken was my favourite). There was also party food before this and I think I managed to polish most of that off by myself. (Sis Rainbow is a fab cook and I have long wanted to try what she cooks up).
We had fun with henna, I "practised" on a few sisters and Little Lady got fed up of waiting and got one of the guests to do hers (I couldn't believe she just went up with my folder of patterns and asked the lady to do it).
Of course the bride's henna was done by an expert and looked beautiful.
Mash'Allah we had a lovely time and it was all halal. I loved that half way through the evening we all stopped and Sister Rainbow reminded us that whenever we come together we should remember Allah (SWT) so that he may bless our gathering. A sister then gave us a short but useful talk on marriage in Islam. Insh'Allah I hope that Ammena has a good day today (her nikah!) and it is the start of something blessed. I pray that Allah (SWT) rewards Sister Rainbow for all of her hard work and for feeding me so well.
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