Thursday, January 29, 2009

Favourites

I saw this on Hegab-Rehab .... I wasn't tagged but liked it.

Favorite color: Blue
Favorite perfume (guys): 
Favorite perfume (girls):  rose oil
Favorite pj brand: comfy
Favorite clothes brand in general: factory shop ;-)
Favorite person in the entire world: DH
Favorite country: South Africa - home !
Favorite car: Toyota Prado !
Favorite sport: 
Favorite sport player: 
Favorite spot in America: the Canadian side of Niagara Falls
Favorite animal: cat
Favorite movie: 
Favorite singer: DD
Favorite day in the week: Friday
Favorite time of the day: Fajr
Favorite holiday season: Summer
Favorite number: 
Favorite food: Roast chicken + potatoes, with yellow rice and sweet veg
Favorite chocolate:  ALL
Favorite cartoon: Katie & Orbie
Favorite blogger: Al that I follow
Favorite Flavor Ice Cream: Tin Roof
Favorite Mobile Brand: 
Favorite name: 
Favorite hobby: scrapbooking
Favorite room in my house:  kitchen
Favorite Fruit: nectarines
Favorite flower:  
Favorite Quran Recitor: Sudais
Favorite Ayah: "on no soul will Allah place a burden greater than it can bare"

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

welcome to hamsterville!

After a month of doing housework fulltime (Priscila is NOT coming back it seems), I retract my earlier curse on my dear mother.  I understand why she didn't let us do housework .. it's BORING !!

Maybe I am just having a bad day, or it's the usual female monthly excuse, or housework is getting to me - but seriously since leaving my web programmer job and 3 years of studies I have never felt my talents more wasted than standing in front of the sink 2 or 3 times a day washing dishes!

I used to like routine.  DD was in a very strict one - 
I'm beginning to 
wonder if it created her or she created it ?! Anyway, when DS came, I threw routine out so that I could cope.  Now this year brings with it a daily scheduled event and as a result everything else is slotted a time on my schedule.  Which  is why I feel like I am a hamster stuck on this wheel that goes round and round everyday - the same routine, the same events at the same time, the same dishes (so that I don't have to pack away!), the same sandwiches for lunch, the same boring food every week !! (I miss my experiments!)

Regular events that I miss :
  • Priscilla arriving at 7:30 am every week day
  • My 8am call to ZS
  • My 10am tea time
  • Going to bed after 10pm
  • Waking up after 7am 
Postive thoughts to clear my negativity :
  • Waking up at 5am and seizing the day Algamdulillah
  • DD going to school and developing into a person away from me
  • Spending time with DS alone in the morning
  • Having a hobbitt's 2nd breakfast around 9am (all that housework makes me hungry)
  • Kids both asleep by 8pm everynight...... now if only I had the energy to stay up and spend time with DH

Saturday, January 24, 2009

My house, my home

Recently I decided to sell my house .... well, more buy a new house.  The main motivation was moving closer to DD's school, but this princess definitely needed a smaller castle if she was going to have to clean it herself!  There are some really great houses out there - very fancy !
One day I was doing the dishes (yes I have to do it now - priscilla didn't come back), and I thought about the houses I had seen and then the features in MY house.  I went through all the renovations we had done and how we had turned this "pandokkie" into our home Algamdulillah.
But then I realised, I have done so much to make us comfortable here, but what have I done for my house in Jannah ?   Will that be a house or palace ?!

Part of Duah of Aasiyah (wife of Firawn) "My lord, build for me a home with you in Paradise ..."

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Day 1

For the past 5+ years, I have spent every day and pretty much every  hour, minute and second of it, with Aasiyah!  She was my baby, who I spent all my focus on and all my money on ! I considered homeschooling at one time, but DH wold hear nothing about it ! But because of her I started Playgroup .. well only because when I sent her one day I figured "I can do THAT !"
So today marked the loosening of the apron strings .... 

Aasiyah got up quite early this morning, perhaps it was excitement.  So we quickly got through eating, cleaning and dressing.  I wasn't planning to go with. I figured if she had a moment of weakness DH would be better to handle it. But she asked if I'd go with to "make sure everything is ok ".   It was a slight mission to get done, DS was NOT happy to be woken up for no reason and was moody ALL morning!  DH did the obligatory photo session. She looked adorable and her aunty was here to see her off as well.  


7:15am and we all piled in to the car.  It took 10min to get there and the teacher wasn't there yet, so we waited. I think the wait made it real for her, as she started to hug me, tighter and tighter when she saw her teacher arrive.  We went in and looked around.  She looked teary when I said bye.  I hoped she wouldn't cry once I left.  The teacher said I could stay a bit, so I took her over to the hooks to hang her bag up. She grabbed me and said "I don't think I want to go to school anymore". I hugged her tightly. I understood. I didn't want to leave her, but I didn't have a choice.  Bravely we went over to a table with play dough.  She got distracted by the assistant teacher, I took my chance, greeted and left.  I walked briskly to the car and saw a fellow mom.  I chatted for a bit about my moments with my daughter.  I took a deep breath and fluttered my eyes to clear the tears that had formed in my eyes.  I got into the car and came home.


Sunday, January 18, 2009

shariah and the red velvet cake

Yesterday was an interesting day.  It was filled with law, legal issues from Islamic shariah, good company and lots to eat !! ;-)

Firstly we attended an inheritance chat.  I had read a book "The Science of Inheritance" and the author presents workshops.  Having a truly shariah will is probably the most important last thing we could do - especially since ... well, if you died, you can't change it afterwards.  So generally the issues that arose were civil marriages, which in South African law actually takes away your rights by Shariah law ! (And most Westerners think Islam deprives women!! )  The author also strongly emphasises that women grow up and not be so "verlee" (my word not his)  and naive with regards to property and the role they play in the household.  So what did this mean for me ? Nothing really - seems I knew what I was doing when I didn't do a civil marriage (unlike my friends who now plan to get divorced!) and the house is on both our names.  But it did raise concern for my "future". Yes, Algamdulillah we rely on ALLAH to provide, but having no brother as a potential support, I have to account for the fact that I don't smaak going back to work !! (I can only say that cos I know DH doesn't read this !!) 
So do yourself a favour - do a proper investigation into inheritance and if there are any clauses to a will you may have (esp. a certain Islamic back in SA) - get a 3rd party to  explain it - as it could leave you with less than what you deserve !
For those in Cape Town, this uncle has a 3 month course on this VERY important subject.
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I get asked ALL the time about Adoption Algamdulillah.    And do you know how many people have fertility issues ?!  It must be in the water, I tell you !! Anyway - towards the end of last year there were numerous requests from people to chat about the process and to
 see my kids (as if that is the blueprint of adopted kids!! ) So I decided to get a few friends who HAD adopted together with those in the process or considering it - just to chat about their experiences etc. And since males are somewhat detached from the emotional side - it would be a good forum for them to hear other concerns people may have. Algamdulillah we also invited a Moulana to answer questions and give us a proper understanding in terms of Shariah.  
For those who haven't read up on the subject - at most you'll find a page worth of information saying : " Adoption is not allowed in Islam".  
It's confusing as there are numerous hadith that encourages looking after orphans. And there are no books on the subject. (Dh says I should write one ! Like I am not busy enough ? )
Anyway - I can't speak for the other couples but Moulana explained ALL my issues.
For those interested I will try to recall what he said :
Adoption: many hadith encourages looking after a child and providing things for
 the child - like clothing, food, education, love. However, never must one take the child as one's own. Now it doesn't mean  I can't be Umm Aasiyah or they can't call me mummy, like he says we call our inlaws mummy and daddy too.  But in our hearts we should not be trying to claim something that isn't ours.   The main thing that comes up is lineage and often the issue of the child keeping their name. Now I am not going to get into the SA legal part of that. But basically, once again if you changed the name to hide that the child belongs to someone else then that is incorrect. However, if the child has your name, that child has to know that he is adopted and has to know who his family is.
Breastfeeding : The relationship is only in terms of the child being taken as a son/daughter and cannot be married by  any parent or grandparent or uncle or aunt. However,  legally they are still not yours and cannot inherit.
The future:  Social workers encourage you to tell the child from young that they are adopted and having done that, it makes it easy for you to talk about as well as makes it a non-issue with the child. However, when it comes to them wanting to meet their family - base it on
 the maturity of the child - if they could handle it and you know when that would be.  But do not delay out of your own feelings of insecurities.

As adopter (?) parents we are often reminded that the child is on "loan" from Allah - but ALL children are.  We are but granted custodianship of these little beings and our duty besides the list above is to raise them to worship Allah.... and then let them live their lives.  
One of the questions asked was whether that child had an obligation towards these parents - to look after them etc. And no, legally they don't and if they did it would be out of compassion. But lets be honest even people with biological children have issues of not being cared for in their old age!
I think I covered all the issues that were raised.
Like I said earlier, it's not a big deal in our household. My kids are not "special" because they are adopted - well yes they are to me, but like when they are with their cousins - it 
doesn't define them.  But yesterday there was a room full of kids and only one bio-child, it was good to know they had friends who were also adopted, which just adds to the "no big" of it.

Lastly I just had to share this with you: I made this cake - Red Velvet Cake. There isn't a pic mainly because we eat things up and don't have time to photograph it !
But I will post the recipe as well as take a pic off the Internet.  It was a HIT !!  Perhaps because it is bright red !!
Mine was only 2 layers unlike this 3 layer one in the picture.

Ingredients

  • 2 1/2 cups sifted cake flour
  • 2 teaspoons cocoa powder
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/2 cups sugar
  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk

2 ounces red food coloring

  • 1 teaspoon distilled white vinegar
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

For the frosting:

  • 1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese, softened
  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter or margarine, softened
  • 1 pound box confectioners' sugar
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 cup chopped pecans

For the Cake:

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.

Grease and flour 2 (9-inch) cake pans. In a medium bowl or on a piece of waxed paper, sift together flour, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder, and salt; set aside. In a large bowl, cream together sugar and butter. Beat in eggs, 1 at a time. Alternately add flour mixture and buttermilk. Beat in food coloring and vinegar, then add vanilla. Spread the batter evenly in the pans.

Bake for 20 to 30 minutes or until a wooden toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Turn out onto a rack to cool.

For the Frosting:

In a large bowl, combine the cream cheese and butter. Beat in confectioners' sugar until fluffy. Beat in vanilla. Stir in pecans. Use frosting to fill and ice cake.


Thursday, January 15, 2009

Mobile Phone vs. Quran

I wonder what would happen if we treated our Quran like we treat our mobile phones?

What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?

What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?

What if we flipped through it several times a day?

What if we used it to receive messages from the text?

What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?

What if we gave it to kids as gifts?

What if we used it as we travelled?

What if we used it in case of an emergency?

This is something to make you go ...hmm...where is my Quran?

Oh, and one more thing. Unlike our mobile phone, we don't ever have to worry about our Quran being "disconnected or unavailable" !

Makes you stop & think ,

"where are my priorities?"

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Just call me Anastasia


If you haven't gathered yet, I was brought up somewhat of a princess !
My mom worked (teacher) and we had a live-in maid.
Education in apartheid S.Africa was the primary goal in our lives, so we never really did chores - we just had to study.
The first time I HAD to do housework was when my mum started chemo and being newly married and living in the house I took over the housework.  But even then I got someone to come weekly at least.  When we moved to our own place we had a maid and each year the number of days increased per week, until last year when it became permanent.
So when Priscilla didn't pitch up for work this week, I kinda couldn't ignore the dirty floor anymore and cleaned it.  It took me 2 hours !!!!!!!! And that was just the kitchen floor!
And as I did it, not even being sure if I was doing it properly I cursed my dearly departed mother for not having trained me !  These are life/survival skills that any person needs. (DH is no better - a male child is a prince in our Cape Town culture !! )  
So today, I promise to expose my CHILDREN to chores and teach them how to do it (after I figure it out myself that is ) - so that I can be sure they will never feel so incompetent with such a seemingly menial task!

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Familiarity

Yesterday I invited a friend's kids over to swim.  Her eldest, teenage son didn't join us and when I thought about it later it was actually the best option.  Being a young man, I would have to cover in front of him and even his presence wouldn't be appropriate.  
We come from a culture where we grow up in other people's houses and that is fantastic, but we became too familiar with mixing company.  We forget that we are NOT related or even if we are - even in the company of my cousins, mixnig is still prohibited.
Being 3 sisters, we didn't really have issues of mixing with boy cousins. We'd only see them on Eid. If we went away on holiday we could take one cousin with and we mostly chose a girl.
Little kids are encouraged to kiss the elderly at family functions. But no one says "STOP!" .. so teenage boys or girls are seen kissing aunts and uncles (inlaws) and cousins.

Algamdulillah that this has popped into my head .... it is a new year so it is a new aspect of Islam I could implement in our lives.


Monday, January 5, 2009

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Scrapbooking

Recently I had my PC re-installed nad lost ALL my mail.

So I am saving my "want-to-keep-for-possible-scrapbooking" emails on my blog !

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Scrapbooking fills my days - not to mention my living room, bedroom and closets!  ~Author Unknown

Blessed are the children of scrapbookers, for they shall inherit the scrapbooks.  ~Author Unknown

I scrapbook therefore I am - broke.  ~Author Unknown

I could keep on scrappin'
or I could go to bed,
but then what would I do
with all these layouts in my head?
~Author Unknown, "My Addiction"

Just as pieces stitched together in a quilt warm our bodies, scrapbooks bind together memories to warm our hearts.  ~Author Unknown

My grandmother made me a scrapbook because I was once too young to remember; I am making scrapbooks for my family because one day I may be too old to remember.  ~Author Unknown

No scrap of paper bigger than my smallest punch shall be thrown away.  ~Author Unknown, "The Scrappers Creed"

When life gives you scraps, make something with them.  ~Author Unknown

Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasn't all a dream?  ~Ashleigh Brilliant

We gather up pictures and bits of our past
and scrapbook them into a gift that will last.
~Kimberly Rinehart, "Scrapbooker's Verse"

Scrapbooking isn't about scraps of paper and photos.  Scrapbooking is about scraps of life - yours and those special to you.  ~Rebecca Sower

To crop or not to crop, that is the question.  ~Author Unknown

She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.  ~Frank Deford

Scrapbooking is cheaper than a therapist.  ~Author Unknown

My husband lets me have all the scrapbooking supplies I can hide.  ~Author Unknown

Time flies... scrapbook it.  ~Vivian Perez-Espinosa, owner of Let's Scrap!, a scrapbooking store in South Miami, Florida (www.lets-scrap.com)

A person is neither whole nor healthy without the memories of photo albums.  They are the storybook of our lives.  They provide a nostalgic escape from the tormented days of the present.  ~Patrick Garry

The album we've made is much more than a book.
It's worth even more than the time that it took.
~Kimberly Rinehart, "Scrapbooker's Verse"

A true scrapbook addict is one who stages photographs to match paper she likes.  ~Author Unknown

So many pictures, so little time!  ~Author Unknown

[Mama] follows us around
hoping we'll sneeze
So she can have the tissue
"For my scrapbook please."
~Toni Sorenson Brown, "She's Out of Control" 


Gaza

I haven't posted anything about this issue yet, mainly because I feel too much pain and too much anger.  In Cape Town we march for everything and it never seems to make a difference.

Each day I go to this blog to read what is happening and I hope you do too.  

Aisha has also been writing about it and I enjoyed her article which is usually on her blog but isn't ;-)

So, what can we do ?  or I do ? Boycott !