AssalamAlaikum

Honestly, it’s astonishing to realize that we’re already on the 22nd night of Ramadan. SubhanAllah this has been one quick, busy Ramadan. And a tragic one too, what with all the bloodshed in Palestine. May Allah bring swift victory to His slaves and ease their suffering. :(

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Today many of my school batch-mates graduated with engineering degrees and it’s amazing to realize while you’re reading through their happy announcements on social media that we’ve come so far. These are girls you grew up with right from kindergarten through your awkward teens and already life has taken so many different courses for us. And inevitably we have changed, maybe not changed as friends who meet each other after years like you’re fondly embracing your cozy childhood but changed in how we react to things and what we want out of life. Or about how we see ourselves today. Or when we read an opinion from someone we know and realize we do not think in like manner anymore. Or when reading from someone you’d always thought to be different from you, realize that these thoughts are just like yours.

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I suppose this is abrupt but it can’t be helped. M, I know these past couple of years both of us have been so busy with our own lives and have barely kept in touch,but know that I truly still thank Allah subhanahu wa ta’aala for granting me a friend like you who has been genuinely happy about my happiness and who has supported me and has never once made me feel like I cannot talk to you about how I feel about fulaanun fulaan issue or what have you. :D

Alright, I would continue but it’s getting late as it is and I need to get on.

So make your own conclusions readers and try to make it rhyme. :D

May Allah grant us righteousness and courage and bless us abundantly these last few days of Ramadan.

Wassalam
Hafsa

The S Post

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Well my husband caught up on my blog and insisted on me writing more and since I always wanted to have an S Post, I figured now is as good a time as any. Hehehe, how do you like reading ’bout yerself? :D

Dear S, 

You, dear sir, are the best of all my friends and also the tallest. You know that Allah has made you dear to me since I keep yapping about it to you anyway (in hopes of a 100 rial husband voucher at a bookstore ;) so I’ll just give you gigantinormous internet high-five for being such a charmer (haha!) and for making me look like I’ve landed from Lilliput when I stand next to you. :D 

May Allah reward you and increase you in goodness and may He bless you with good company always! Allahumma ameen!

This Post Is To Be Read in Children’s Book Tone

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Today my charming husband decided it was about time we all went on a family picnic of sorts. Soon after Asr we packed ourselves into the car and drove and drove and drove along winding roads cutting through and climbing up mountains. Then we drove and drove and drove some more through tiny villages, laughing about the only barber, the only tailor and the only shawarma shop we could spot. :D Then we drove and drove and drove even more, gaping at the marriage procession, trying to guess who the groom was, pointing at all the hairy mountain goats and exclaiming when we were given glances of the open sea from between the peaks.

We finally reached the beach and I happily skipped out of the car and proceeded to skip across the sand to the water but the sand was too loose and the water much too far. So we trudged along, with our feet burying into the sand and the sand filling our boots and a giant bee flying so close it procured a few screams out of me. We stood by the water and breathed in the sea-air and felt the sun shine for a grand total of 3 minutes before we raced back to the car to drive, drive and drive some more back home. :D You might wonder why we drove so much and didn’t even soak our feet in the water but the road was too long with no streetlights and we wanted to get back before dark. Also, I was probably the only one who wanted to get my feet :D In spite of that, it was a fun ride to and from the beach and alhumdulillah for that. On our way back we caught a sight of a slight breeze rippling the surface of a lake, it felt so calm and beautiful, subhanAllah. 

STOP

Asma is awake. 

Not that she’s fussing, alhumdulillah.

*wave*

Aside

I love daughters. You might roll your eyes considering I have just one daughter and don’t know what it is to love a son but all the same, I love daughters. Especially shaani-shaini, Asma-type daughters. Hehehe. May Allah bless her with beautiful manners and a strong love for the deen and good friends. :)

 

Aside

AssalamAlaikum

Allahumma maa amsa bee min ni’matin au bi ahadin min khalqik faminka wahdaka laa shareeka laka fa lakal hamdu walaka ash-shukr.

O Allah, whatever blessing I or any of Your creation have risen upon, is from You alone, without partner, so for You is all praise and unto You all thanks

Well, today was a good day in spite of everything. Asma taught me a game with the broomstick, where she hands me the broomstick and I raise it to put it on the other side of the bed. This is funny. So funny that it warms your heart like a little-baby-Asma-hug when she’s overcome with giggles and runs off to get the broomstick again. What doesn’t tug at your heart like a little-baby-Asma-hug is little baby Asma’s superpower of creating messes in half a minute or less. :l Which is why the broomstick is out so often, which is how she learnt her broomstick game. :l

Well, alhumdulillahi ala kulli haal, I do get help so I shouldn’t be one to complain. Okay time for bed. That was abrupt but it’s time for bed. :P

Aside

Hello earthling!

How do you do today? Would you like some rice with that sambar? Aloo palak? Lassi? I think today’s blog will theme heavily on BhawarTalk, if you know what I mean. In hindsight, you actually won’t know what I mean unless you come from the same community I come from because we speak a dialect not spoken by many (though quite a few ppl can understand it by virtue of it being so similar to dialects of adjacent areas) and we’re very elitist about it too, so there. I won’t tell you what bhawar means. I’ll type it instead : stupid. That’s a lot of words to just say my blog is going to be stupid today. :l Also rather redundant since I have a vague memory of typing something very similar about our dialect in an early post on this blog.

My baby wants to sleep on my laptop and is trying to charm me with toothy grins. Hehe.

Well things are going on as usual. These past few days I have been cooking more though. My older sister tells me all these great recipes and whenever I get the opportunity I try some out. Other than that, inshaAllah we have a trip to India planned right after Ramadan and then again, later this year for my brother’s wedding, bi ithnillah. Also a trip to Dubai before Ramadan but that is still tentative and nothing definite has been decided yet. Then Ramadan is just a little more than 2 months away and I have some fasts pending. Hoping to make them up inshaAllah before Ramadan arrives. And summer has come to Muscat and by the looks of it, it seems it’s going to be a hot one. :l

There is a post on this blog I password-protected and now I have forgotten the password and can’t read it. :D

A large part of my days now goes in moving dustbins away from my daughter and cleaning up chaos and picking up toys. :D All praise is for my Rabb who granted me this little Asmu!

Okay bye!

 

Aside

4 More Days.

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Let me see how much I can get typed when there is just a trickle of juice left in my laptop before it shuts down. Orange lights make any room seem nicer somehow but for general use, they’re really horrible. Especially when they are coming from chandeliers which throw nasty, eye-hurting, shadows everywhere and you’re having dry eyes and want to give them some ease. Also, there is a coupon for a free burger from Burger King lying here but it doesn’t excite me. :D Hehe, the one proper memory I have of Burger King is of a birthday party of a friend which was hosted in an outlet when we were kids. I remember there was a jumping castle outside. Also, we generally went to a Mcdonalds over a Burger King so really, I couldn’t have any other memory of Burger King anyway. Also without counting today and the fourth there are just 4 days for my husband to come back. And tomorrow there’s going to be a lecture somewhere and then there will be preparations for guests to be made and then woohoo! InshaAllah! :D

Husband is Away.

Assalamalaikum.

Did you read that title? Well, yeah, it’s going better than my apprehensions, what with the light drizzle and beautiful breeze. Also I’m taking one day at a time and soon a week will pass and soon again, 10 days will pass and he’ll be back! InshaAllah.

In the meanwhile though we’ll be having guests. Many guests and then some guests and I’m guessing I’ll be feeling very much awkward and in everyone’s space and everyone in my space and yeah. :l Well, alhumdulillahi ala kulli haal.

Alrighto, I’d better get back to studying.

 

Aside

Kopro Maleka

AssalamAlaikum

Today is a nice day, alhumdulillah! I’m finally getting the Oman feel, things to be done are coming into order, and if that wasn’t enough, my governess hair bun is sitting pretty on the back of my head today. Having a neat hair day is very satisfying, if you know what I mean. In other news, I’m on a hunt for bookstores here; I know of only one and that too has a very limited stock of books. Sometimes I miss my school library and that smell of a thousand books nestled on the shelves! It isn’t a very grand sort of a place, and if you’ve been to many libraries this one probably won’t even count but it’s the library I grew up in and I’ll always love it.

Okay,  moving on.

Why do people get so annoyed at what they perceive to be intolerable grammar (or pronunciations) coming from other people? Now, I’m not getting defensive here about the many mistakes I have undoubtedly made throughout this entire blog but I just find it so mind boggling that something so trivial makes one so angry or worse that it is made into a tool to feel so cut above ‘the general masses’. Now I don’t  mean the habit people have of deliberately misspelling words into ‘chat language'; that, I find irritating too. I just feel that it isn’t so inconceivable that a person may not have come across a certain word before, and they don’t pronounce it right. Well, so what?! Maybe you should make a youtube video of yourself reading out the English dictionary if it bothers you so much. I would have gone on but this paragraph looks big enough and you get my point anyway. :D

Aside

AssalamAlaikum

I am hungry. It’s 1.30 am. Had a couple of chocolates. Might eat a slice of bread. Alhumdulillahi ala kulli haal. I am sad. I miss Saudi and I don’t like staying alone especially when there’s nothing to do. I miss going for walks in the cold, with a crisp breeze blowing across your face; and pushing asma in the stroller over the uneven gravel. InshaAllah planning to drop by a friend\s place tom. The prospect is cheerful alhumdulillah. 

Bye.