I’m saying this at the risk of sounding cliché, but …

I ♥ New York

Even when it was freezing and we walked on ‘Black Ice’ AGAIN.

I ♥ New York

Because New Yorkers are surprisingly friendly.

I ♥ New York

It reminded me of the Johannesburg  CBD (The lovely architecture and the tall buildings).

I ♥ New York

Because I can find Halaal Hot Dogs on almost each street corner.

I ♥ New York

Because of the MET, the Guggeheim and MoMA .

I ♥ New York

Because MoMA had a Tim Burton exhibition!

I ♥ New York

Because I got to see Monet’s ‘Water Lillies’ and Van Gogh’s ‘The Starry Night’ up close! :D

I ♥ New York

Because of Broadway.

I ♥ New York

Because you actually don’t have to go shopping.

I ♥ New York

Because the ‘fashionista’s’ had to dress up like eskimo’s too when that icy wind hit :) hehehe…no teeny tiny skirts! :D

I ♥ New York

Because I now know the difference between Brooklyn and Manhattan.

I ♥ New York

BUT

I ♥ Boston more ;)

I don’t like how American’s turn everything into a business.

Yes, 9/11 is now a business.  They have memorial gift stuff.  Yuck.

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Baby it’s cold outside…

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2009-2010 and 1430-1431

Another year has gone by.

Another year has come.

2010 to some and 1431 to others :)

This time I was in Niagara and there was no way I could avoid the 2010 New Years Eve celebrations  since they were pretty loud :)

In the evening, Husband and I walked to Niagara Falls and watched colourful lights illuminate the falls.

We found it quite ironic that here is the beauty of Allah’s creation in front of us and it’s even illuminated, yet most people were at the massive free party in the park.

It was peaceful and as I viewed both the the US and Canadian fireworks as they went off over the falls, I pondered about the year gone by and the year ahead.

This year went by like a whirlwind.

We moved homes a few times, eventually even moving continents so that my husband can further his studies.

I moved to a country that the media portrays as ‘Not Muslim Friendly’ i.e. the USA, but amazingly, we have not been disrespected and I have been able to wear hijaab without any controversy whatsoever.  It was a bit tough in the first week as we were still orientating ourselves to the area and Ramadaan was coming up.  I got flustered and worried about Halaal food (and the lack of it) but now we’re pretty well adjusted and accept that we won’t get a mean Toasted Steak Special until June 2010 :)   Which makes the time away from the take out food totally worth it.

I have found that my favourite once-a-week-only soft drink, Coca Cola, tastes very different over here.  It has an odd taste.  Strangely enough, Coca Cola in Canada tastes like the Coca Cola in South Africa.  Weird.  Upon further investigation, we found, that in the US, they put this High Fructose Corn Syrup in EVERYTHING (even bread..let me not get started on bread) and that is what makes the Coca Cola taste odd.

When we moved we didn’t have anything in our apartment except clothing, books and bedding.  It was like making up a home from scratch.  It was an adventure to do it in a foreign country where you knew nothing and knew no-one.  This challenge brought us to IKEA!  We went ballistic at the amazing things that they have for homes.  Their wares are so incredibly cheap and it’s great quality.  The only problem is that it’s quite a distance from Boston so we couldn’t overdo it:)

I have decided that even though Haagen Dazs is pretty expensive in SA, it’s so worth it to buy it over here.

I have gotten in touch with Islam a bit more.  I finished a qualification in Islamic Law through UKZN, started to study Arabic and Tafseer with a friend whilst in JHB and I have started to observe the laws of hijaab a bit more strictly – which was hard when I got around my close male relatives.  However, it had to be done.  I realised that I cannot wear it in front of them the one day and not wear it the next day – that’s not hijaab.  Like any goal achievement plans, there has to be constancy in what you do to make it real.  It doesn’t benefit the menfolk that are closest to me.  It benefits me and it’s for my Creator.  And that trumps everything else.

Alhamdulilah, it has been an easy transition.

At the end of 2009, the beginning of Muharram 1431, in search of more spirituality, Hubby and I attended the Reviving the Islamic Spirit in Toronto around Christmas Day.

Amazing.

Imagine the Ijtima in JHB.  Now add women, 6 GIANT LCD screens, Camera’s, nice seating, a proper stage for the Speakers and pretty great audio in a large conference hall.  Add something like 400 volunteers (male and female) to make it work.  Apparently there were something like 17 000 registered attendee’s at the conference.

The diversity of the Canadian muslims made me proud to be Muslim – they are from all walks of life, all ethnicities and I didn’t find any of them disrespecting another Muslim (well it could be under the surface, you never know).  I loved that there were so many hijaabi’s and non-hijaabi’s there and it made me feel very proud to be Muslim at that point.  Nobody (at least I don’t think so) judged another person in plain view.  There were no whisperings of, ‘Can you believe what she wore?‘.  It was a relief.  Some fresh air, right? :)

I loved every single second and refused to budge from there.  There was Tariq Ramadan, Shaykh Hamza Yusuf, Imam Zaid Shakir, Shaykh Abdullah Bin Bayyah, Tareq Suwaidan, Yusuf Islam and South Africa’s own Shaykh Sulaiman Mulla amongst many other fantastic scholars.  The Allah Made Me Funny Trio were there as well and they provided some comic relief to the conference.  Now tell me, would you leave from that line-up? :)

The conference started at 9:30am and ended at midnight every single day.  There was no time to breathe! :)

I met Liya while she walking past (yes Liya, those pics of you and V helped!) and due to strange cellphone malfunctions (My phone worked in Ottawa, but not in Toronto -  really Canada?), I couldn’t get a hold of her again.  Yes she is lovely and stunning as she is on her blog :)

My favourite parts of the conference?  Whenever Imam Zaid Shakir came running up on stage announcing, ‘I’m back! And you know what that means!’

We then witnessed the change of a person becoming a Muslim.

A newborn baby was being born at that moment.

My eyes welled up.  Every.  Single.  Time.

I don’t know why I was filled with so much emotion each and every time the Shahadah was recited.  I guess it’s because this person is coming into Islam without sin, without any pre-conditions and can start their life anew.  It’s a gift.

I have to say I felt at home and at peace while I was at the conference.  I wish that I could somehow bring this experience back to SA with me.

So 2009/1430 has been full of busy and many life changing experiences.

I’ve learned a lot more about myself over this past year.

I have learned that I have more patience that I thought possible (when I try), that ‘Allah is the Greatest’ moments are all around us constantly, that even though some people can be really doff at times – you gotta smile and give them a break :)   You don’t know what they’re going through…

I am entering 2010, with a new candle on my cake at the beginning of January, with few resolutions.

1)  Get healthy – In the spiritual, physical, and emotional way.

2) Spend less time on Nazrbook i.e. Facebook.  It’s led to too much procrastination from my part and I feel that I could’ve gotten a lot more done without it. Maybe logging on every second day…then third day…etc.  Hopefully bring it down to just once a week.  I know that a lot of people I like and know use facebook to keep in touch,  so I will keep going on just to see what’s happening in their world – since we’re so far apart right now!

3)  Don’t get so annoyed, exercise more patience and learning to restrain the tongue a little bit more at the silly things in life. :D

4)  Achieve at least two things from the ‘Secret Goal List’ :D

5)  Take more walks in the garden/park and have at least have a picnic on a beach somewhere this year.

6)  Spend more time with children.  They are innocent and view the world in interesting ways.  Perhaps I’m feeling somewhat broody now?  Lol

and lastly:

7)  STOP PROCRASTINATING!

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The year that Winter did not end…

I’m having a full year of Winter.

Sure, there were a few hot days in between, but not that many.
It started off in the South African winter, which normally really comes knocking around April/May.

I then moved to the US in August, where it was the end of Summer – a few hot days, but not that many.

When we return to South Africa, it will be Winter AGAIN!

Right now, we’re in the middle of Fall (Autumn), and guess what?  The US version of Autumn is the South African equivalent of Winter.  One jacket and some socks needed.

I went up to Canada, where a Fall day = Cold Front Day in South Africa.
I went into ‘freak out mode’ (“Oh how will I cope?”)
The Canadian relatives, who are originally from South Africa, had to give us some guidance with finding our winter wardrobe.  I have a jacket that makes me look and feel like an eskimo, massive winter boots which are waterproof and have been tested in below freezing weather.  Ahh, the joys :)

I love my winter boots :)

We returned to Boston, prepared and confident that we will be able to choose winter clothing with the knowledge we received in Canada.

So we went on a shopping expedition in Boston.

My greatest amusement is when Husband tried on the Hoser hat.

It's a Hoser Hat!!!

Husband tried this on. I had to stifle many giggles.

I think I snorted at some point.

Husband loves it and I have a feeling that he’ll try to sneak it past me on our next shopping expedition.  I can’t deny that it’s not warm, it’s like a furry animal on your head!  Being warm and practical about the weather is very important this side of the world. They say, “There’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing!“  Heck, they even tuck their pants into their winter boots to keep the snow from getting it!  So, I suppose buying the hat is something that will make us remember our year-long voyage with Winter.

Perhaps I should join Husband and get one for myself as well?  :)

Happy Spring/Summer all you Sucky South Africans.  You people better eat braaivleis and pap and I hope you get fat on it!  Just joking – or am I?  ;)

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Of missing Woolworths and Spar…

I know, I know.  It’s been a while since I’ve blogged but I do have reasons!

I moved!

And you’re thinking, “Woman, you’re always moving!

No no, this time the move was of an intercontinental type.

From South Africa to the US of A.

Now what are you doing over there?

Well you can read some of it over here, in this shameless plug for Ramadan.co.za and I can tell you in a nutshell.

I married someone with a Brain.  Husband is somewhat attached to this Brain. and sometimes you know, it has a need to Study.  This Brain decided that it needed to go to Harvard Law School, and so yes, it dragged Husband and I along with it.

Moving everything into storage was indeed a small annoyance, but it was the easiest thing to do.  Leaving family was quite difficult.  I now know what certain family members go through every year.  It’s not easy at all.  Ok enough with being sentimental.

So here we are, in a country where we knew absolutely no-one, save for the few Facebook contacts.  We had to set up an apartment on our own, figure our way around a strange city by ourselves and above all, figure out where all the Muslim essentials are.  The Mosque and Butcher that is.  The essential spice shop was found quite easily too.  I found a pukka Indian spice shop nearby and was exported to Fordsburg the moment I entered it.

Alhamdulilah, we had help from Google and the Facebook contacts and found those places quite easily.  Aah, but the first week had quite a few surprises in store for us.

On our first night in our apartment something strange happened.

Husband flicks the light switch in the living room.

Nothing happens.

“The electricity is off?” I ask.

“No it’s not, the kitchen light is on.”

“Mmmm, then what?”

We both look up and to our amazement and to our crazed laughter, we found out that there was NO CEILING LIGHT.

Apparently, it’s standard in US apartments, they don’t have ceiling lights in the bedroom, living room and dining room.

Can you imagine how hilarious this was to us?  Not so much when we realised that we had to now go and buy LIGHTS.

So we sat and ate supper in darkness for a while, which was quite an adventure as you can sometimes miss your mouth as you’re trying to eat pizza.  Actually I think that has to do with the fact that everything is SUPER-SIZED over here.  Very large pizza slices and very large milk bottles and very large packets of crisps (think 3x the size of Lays packets back in SA).  I love to eat, but my appetite does have limitations.

Not to mention the large over-compensating variety of food that you get.  I honestly wished for Pick ‘n Pay, Woolworths, Checkers and Spar as I looked at the millions of brands of Brown Bread.   “Quit over thinking it and just pick one!” my mind screamed.

Speaking of bread – there’s seriously something up with their bread.  Bread is not supposed to last two weeks.  And there is a Best Before date of 2 weeks in advance.  Mmm.

So I decided to go to the  “organic” stores for my staples like bread, tomatoes, onions, potatoes.  These organic stores are incredibly overpriced and I don’t get the point of them being “green” when half their things are imported.  Ah, but that’s a gripe for a different day.

At the end of this grocery shopping post, I have learnt that even though I complain about Pick ‘n Pay, Woolies and their limited selection on things, I am very fortunate as it’s usually good quality and I know what I’m dealing with.  Over here, I don’t.  I’m clueless, I’m doff, dumb, stupeeed!  I have to sit for what seems like hours, reading ingredient labels.  Yes, perhaps Pick ‘n Pay and Woolies are a tad bit overpriced, but not in comparison to the supermarkets here in USA.  My wallet is not a happy chappy.

I have to admit, my latest find has made me very happy.  I found CINNABON bread.   CINNABON bread.  Oh yeah.  Sehri time I am a happier person indeed :)

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Ramadaan in the words of Rumi….

There’s hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less.
If the soundboxes stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and belly are burning clean with fasting,
every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you run
up the steps in front of you.
Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.

Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.
When you’re full of food and drink,
Satan sits where your spirit should,
an ugly metal statue in place of the Kaaba.
When you fast, good habits gather
like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Solomon’s ring.

Don’t give into some illusion and lose your power,
but even if you have, if you’ve lost all will and control,
they come back when you fast,
like soldiers appearing out of the ground,
pennants flying above them.

~ Rumi ~

Ghazal No. 1739 from the Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi

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Top search of the day….

This just made my day…
Lol…

What is the top search to get to my blog?

mangos using flying mounts everywhere

:D

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I spy with nephew H

Scene:  The car

People involved:  Mum, Dad, Sister, H, A and of course, myself.

What are we doing:  Playing H’s favourite car game, “I spy”.

H:  “OK Nani, your turn”

Mum:  “I spy with my little eye something beginning with B”

H:  “Broad?” (pronounced like brrrroad as in the road…but with a B in front)

(Sister and I in fit of giggles as he asked so innocently)

Mum: “No”

H: “Ok, let me think”

After 5 minutes, there’s no talking…yet….

Dad: “BRIDGE!”

H:  “Oh, Nana!  I’m supposed to say it!”

Dad: “But you didn’t!”

After 5 minutes….

H:  “Ok, let’s play again.  This time, without Nana and Nani because they don’t know how to play.  Fati Khala, your turn.”

Me:  (mumbles) “Oh crap”

Let me explain why the hesitancy.  H has a different way of playing the simple game of I Spy.  Nobody else can give the answer except him, unless he makes the statement of “I spy….”, then of course someone else has to answer.  He’ll ask for clues, even though it’s so obvious what the item is and he refuses to believe that it’s really that!  Honestly, try to argue with a 5 year old…it just doesn’t work.

Car rides with H.  Gotta love it.

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Just pointless…

I’m trying to move on from my previous post and so I thought a mind-numbing, pointless post would help.

Here goes:

  1. Going to the gym, coming home and having a giant Magnum Death By Chocolate would definitely defeat the purpose of trying to tone up.
  2. I need to glaze my pottery creations, fire them up and send them to family members who will probably laugh at them.
  3. I need to cook…man, when was the last time I did that?  This living around the corner from family members makes one very lazy!  I need to stop doing that.
  4. I need to pack.  I’m going to Plaasland for a few weeks- in a few weeks :)   I can’t wait!  I haven’t been to Plaasland in a while :)   I can sleep in and wake up at 9am again (yes people, I am incapable of sleeping past 9am…something is seriously wrong with me)!
  5. I need to get over my fear of entering the CNA in Sandton.  Don’t ask.
  6. Before I leave for Plaasland, I’m going to write a nasty letter to my upstairs neighbours.  I’ll be leaving Husband to deal with the consequences, but I think it’s time that they know what a bunch of noisy twits they really are.  I mean really, who drops a whole lot of crap on their floor at 5am?  WTH?  Ugh!
  7. I’m contemplating getting a Siberian Husky for my sister (ZK’s e-mail has prompted me to research this further).  Mmm….

Pontless.  Just pointless.  :)

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