Ramadan so far…

August 13, 2011 at 4:06 pm | Posted in Algeira, Cooking, Holidays, Home and familly, Islam, Life, Working | 7 Comments

WARNING: If you read this post, you might die of boredom. So, you can just click “Back” and not risk your life ;). Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Ramadan has been very hard, and it’s literally crawling by. I simply cannot wait for Eid! I’ve been waking up pretty late, at around 2pm. Mainly because I’ve been staying up until suhour at around 4am because my poor mum is too tired to wake up. Then I wake up feeling nauseous, headache and starving. It goes on for pretty much all day, then I have to make the borek and I feel a bit better, then before maghrib I feel like I’m dying… again! It’s also being going by verrrrry slowly. I feel like I’ve fasted for 12 years non-stop. Wallahi, it’s really terrible. It doesn’t even feel like Ramadan, it’s so miserable and boring and hot and stressful and just akl;asjklgjkslnjaaa…. Undescribable!

Anyway! To more interesting stuff 😛 – I’ve been working on a book.. Yes! I’m writing a book :D. It’s pretty hard work, but alhamdulileh, I’m pretty proud. Insha’allah, if it’s good enough, I might send it off and try to get it published. Yay! 😉 Which is probably why I havn’t been blogging enough… Okay, I lied. I have not being blogging recently mainly because of my sad boring life, doing the same thing every day. I know.. Boring… very! 😉

If you’re reading this, CONGRATULATIONS! You’ve survived THE most boring blogpost, ever! I’m hoping that mum gets her camera in like a week or two & I’ll be able to blog with pictures and possibly do a Khobz Khmir tutorial seen though some of you had no idea what I was talking about. Okay, enough, I’m wasting your time! Ramadan Mubarak everyone! I hope it’s going MUCH better then mine 😉 Love you ♥

Moving to Algeria.

August 2, 2011 at 3:32 pm | Posted in Algeira, Babies, Home and familly, Islam, Life, My imagination., School, Working | 6 Comments

It was August 2004, I was 8, all I remember was sitting in the car, at night, feeling all lovely & snuggled up, we had suitcases in the middle car seat, so I was isolated from my brother. We made a little gap in between the suitcases & started playing with our cards. :’)

Me, Hamza & Billal, moved before mum did. She was pregnant & wanted to give birth in the UK before moving, so we moved early to start school. We started school by joining the Saudi school, Abi hired a guy to drive us to and fro everday, because he was in the UK with my mum & two younger siblings.
I remember not being very popular there at first, so I was pretty unhappy, I soon settled in & made friends with the “popular girls” so everyone accepted me. I was a good pupil & got excellent marks, masha’allah.
Living with my grandparents was no easy deal. In Ramadan, we weren’t fed, even if I fasted, they wouldn’t believe I did so I didn’t get food in time. Before my dad left, he made the mistake of his life, he told my grandparents that we love Pasta, so if they didn’t know what to cook, just make us some Pasta. We lived on plain Pasta for three months. We hated the milk (We drank a lot of it in England), it was so gross, my poor dad had to buy us this special milk that was okay.
We also had this neighbour that would take us to the mosque & teach us Quran. I absolutely hated it! I didn’t like her, nor did I like doing Quran in the mosque with other girls. During Tarawih, she dragged me to the Mosque everyday & I ended up being put with all the other little girls in a room, hot, bored & as annoyed as ever! As I’m writing this, I’m getting more & more memories on moving here!
I blame her for being afraid of the mosque & not wanting to pray Tarwih. I am literally afraid of the Mosque. Once, on a friday, we were sitting listening to the talk & a plane flew too low, the earth shaked furiously, I was terrified, People were screaming, running outside, some fainted, I was so afraid, I had no idea what to do, I tried to run & get out of there, but she pulled me down with her and was hugging me & saying her Shahada, I was crying terrified & the imam didn’t stop the Khutba. Ever since, I hear a car drive by & I panick.
I remember sitting on the stairs in my grandparents miserable house, crying my eyes out wishing my mum would hurry up & get here.
Finally, one afternoon, the phone rang one day & my grandma told me she had given birth to my brother, Omar. I don’t know what got into me, but I ran outside, climbed a tree & bawled my eyes out. I hated him. Until today, I still do. Mum says I blame everything I went through there on him without realising it. As much as I try to love him, I just can’t.

Alhamdulileh, it all ended when I remember running down the stairs and as I walked outside I bumped into my little brother, Abdullah and behind him I saw Sumaya, mum, dad & the baby. I was SO happy.
We moved home the night before Eid Ul Adha. Yes, believe it or not. Our whole huge family came with us. It was crazy! Mum had to go through the bags to find plates, spoons, bowls… We slaughtered the sheep the next day with everyone. Eid was pretty fun, esp I was little so I didn’t do much. Mum probably was very stressed out, miskeena!
That’s all I remember of moving to Algeria, a crazy experience. Though afterwards I moved into a local school & life was good again, alhamdulileh!

Ramadan Mubarak!

August 2, 2011 at 2:19 pm | Posted in Algeira, Cooking, Holidays, Home and familly, Islam, Life, Working | 10 Comments

Ramadan Mubarak to you, dearest reader! May Allah accept our fasting & grant us with his blessing. Ameen.
Fasting this month, is supposedly going to be harder. Fasting in August, in north Africa is no easy deal! It’s been really sticky & humid. Really terrible weather. But, alhamdulileh. Day 1 was pretty easy for me, not one of these days where you feel like you’re dying at the end of the day! Insha’allah it cools down!

We wake up for Suhour at around 4am. Mum has already put the bread machine on the night before, so we wake up to some delish Brioche with butter, jam, we also drink lots of water & eat some dates. We then pray Fajr & go back to sleep, well, we try to go back to sleep, all 5 of us kids wake up, and the three smallest end up being hyped, laughing, shouting, running around then fighting in bed (we all camp out in the sitting room with the a/c) It’s pretty stressful, I just wanna strangle them all sometimes! LOL. Yeah, I wake up pretty grumpy cuz I don’t get much sleep. We wake up at around 10-11 (I wake up at 12-1 shhhhh 😉 ). Then its the matter or doing some chores or just walking around the house bored out of our minds, I do some quran, then get online.. Then it’s time to run after the boys, get shopping done, keep on dealing with the kids coming in.. Me & my mum make the dinner (Shorba, soup, borek, bread & sometimes so chips or something.) & set the table, argue, tv… y’know! Then like 5 minutes before the adhan calls is the manic rush of watching everyone as we don’t want all the glasses & bowls broken or spilt. The Adhan finally calls and all the fasters sit around the table & break our fast, while the non fasters sit on the little table on the floor and patiently wait until we pray to have dinner. (The big table isn’t really enough for us all.). During dinner is pretty annoying too with the little kids sneaking up slowly and going “mum can I have more?” or “umi, I want some juice.” and that annoys me SO much. Mum never manages to sit down & eat. So, I end up yelling at them to be patient & sit down. (I’m a mean big sis.)
Afterwards, cleaning up, washing up, getting the boys off to Tarawih & the little kids into their PJ’s & into bed. Mum & I get online, boys come back home again, might have something to eat or just go to bed and trying to sleep with everyone giggling, fighting, being a pain…. LOL. And then it’s suhour and it goes on and on and on, and it goes on and on and on, I put my hands up in the air sometimes, saying ayooooo. OMG – Sorry. LOL, couldn’t help that (song!).

That’s it for now! Ramadan Mubarak, everyone!

A British teenager in Algeria.

July 31, 2011 at 2:39 pm | Posted in Algeira, Intrests, Islam, Life, My imagination., School, Videos and Photos | 15 Comments

Being a British teenager in Algeria is not at all something you’d want to go through. Algerian teenagers do get that sense of wanting to look nice all the time, they start being all trendy and fashionable, but they all focus on the same thing: Marriage & house work. Its like who can cook more, can you make cakes? Can you cook lots of different sorts off food? Do you clean? When British teenagers are all about fashion, music, hormones, going out and enjoying life. Algerian teenagers probably go through that too, but parents don’t seem to be aware of that! So not much attention is paid to that. They treat girls like house wives, practising to become a good stay-at-home wife. It is really annoying for me, when my dad keeps on saying “You’ve grown up so much! You’ll soon be married!” It’s so awkward and I just feel like telling him to Shut the hell up! By the time girls reach 16-17 they’ll start getting marriage propsals. I am dreading that because I won’t hear the end of it! I got my first one when I turned 14. My dad said I was too young, but I guess he felt a sense of pride & told like all our family & he wasn’t planning on telling me if my mum hadn’t! Then my brothers heard of it & they tend to tease me sometimes. It’s so awkward. I feel like walking outside with a sign saying “Too young for marriage.” or something like that!
When it comes to socialising, it’s…. Let me just say it depends. I can be very Algerian with Algerian girls & English with non-Algerian girls. Algerians focus a lot on gossiping, food, marriage, critising people for what they do/wear & talk about their crushes. It’s so annoying to me. Being the crazy, wild person I am, I tend to randomly shout in the middle of a group of girls “Shut up! Talk about something good, why do we gossip all the time?” Even my aunts and cousins have their own “secrets” I feel very left out when they are whispering & they even can read eachothers lips. I would love to fit in but my dad doesn’t like it because he doesn’t want me to be badly influenced in anyway. So, to be honest, I don’t have any Algerian I can call my “Best friend” or a good “friend”, just school girls. Even though I adore my school friend, you can never trust people, just in case. We talk alot & we keep eachothers secrets but at a special point.
I would LOVE to be an English teenager & go out with friends & stuff like that. It would be so fun. But, unfortunately, haram. So, I stick to my few half Algerian, half British/American friends. We don’t get to see eachother often as we don’t live very close & it’s hard to get them to come when a meeting or something is organised.

Recently, I have been chilling on the terrace wall, almost five floors high from the ground, chatting to my neighbours. It’s so fun, but, being bored young girls, they come like every five minutes begging me to go up to the terrace & talk to them, and I end up thinkng of excuses not to go because I don’t like hurting people & just saying “No, I don’t want to.” But, it’s the only way to talk to someone, even they just chatter about their lives, I just sit their laughing & nodding or shaking my head. They can be entertaining when I’m in the mood to listen. LOL. Yet, again, I can’t trust them cuz they seem to tell eachother everything that happens here & it’s a sign that you can’t trust them.
I have a great time talking to people online though :D. I know so many amazing people that I’m hoping to see/meet soon 😀 ♥
Alhamdulileh!

The Future.

July 30, 2011 at 3:19 pm | Posted in Algeira, Babies, Intrests, Islam, Life, My imagination., School, Videos and Photos, Working | 11 Comments

Quite recently, I have been constantly thinking about my future. Will I live to see it? Will my dreams come true? Or will I end up like a typical Algerian woman, married, serving an Algerian husband? Only the future will answer these questions.
I’ve been enchanted by dancing, it’s such a beautiful, artistic way of expressing yourself or simply moving to the melody or the beat. It can be so elegant and graceful, yet wild and fierce. If I wasn’t a Muslim, I would’ve probably begged my parents to let me take dancing lessons. But, it’s haram (forbidden in Islam), so I gave up on that.

Coming to my future, I don’t want to get married. The idea of loving someone who loves you back, being there for eachother & just having someone always there is really sweet. But marriage means children, children means responsabilties… Lots of them! I seriously don’t want to work so hard on having a proffesional career, then becoming a mum & having to stay at home to statisy my husband & children’s needs. I believe that a person can be perfectly happy single, surrounded by friends & family. I love children, and the idea of being a mummy is really sweet (Uthman, my baby brother & Auntie Kat’s son, Zaki, inspired that!), so I might adopt a couple of children & do my best to be the perfect mummy one day!
Speaking of a career, I want to be a doctor. A Paediatrician or a Psychologist. Right now, I’m trying to decide which one to go for, but I have at least 5 years to make that decision! So, I’ll just focus on reaching medical school & not just floating through school & end up not knowing much. Next year, I have my GCSE’s, so I’ll focus on getting top marks for that & making my family proud, insha’allah. (Congratulations to my dear friend Assiya for passing hers this year, masha’allah! Proud of you 🙂 )

But, what freaks me out is the fact that I don’t want to live in Algeria & work here. I want to go to the UK and work there. I want to experience life out there, I don’t care how bad it can get, I want to try it out.
Learning here is in Arabic (obviously), so if I work there I’ll have to probably take a test to become a qualified Doctor in England in English. I just hope the education here is good & up to standard cuz I might die if I find out I’ll have to take courses & stuff! But, we’ll see what the Future brings, insha’allah.

So, insha’allah, some of my dreams will come true & I’ll live life the way I wanted and always dreamed of living. And not just end up like most young women do here, throwing away their education just to get married. I’m not critising! Everyone lives life the way they want it, so I respect their decisions even though it’s not a life I’d choose for myself.
Until next time, insha’allah! 😀 ♥

Ramadan!

August 11, 2010 at 2:28 pm | Posted in Islam, Life | 1 Comment

Ramadan Mubarak to all dear blog readers! May Allah bless your month with forgivness and accept our fasting. Ameen. A year already! It seems like a few weeks ago since our last Ramadan. Time flies subhanallah! Soon, this blessed month will be over and Eid will be upon us! So, we have to profit from this month and do good deeds, and never forget dhikr and reading Quran. We have to raise our Eeman and hopefully continue the deeds after Ramadan insha’allah. Its quite nice to organise your time to make your day more comfortable but with you wanting to and not your parents forcing you and chasing you about! Anyway, Ramadan Mubarak to you all!

07.04.2010

April 7, 2010 at 12:10 pm | Posted in Algeira, Animals, Babies, Cooking, Holidays, Home and familly, I love, Intrests, Islam, Life, My imagination., Videos and Photos, Working | 1 Comment

It has been quite some time since I actually ‘blogged’, not writing stories, posting videos and pictures…ect! I have been really busy with going back to school, settling in, fixing books, doing forgotten Homework, looking for lost pens and pencils and other school stuff, getting ur clothes ready, make sure your school bag is clean… and many other activities.
Inna lileh wa inna illeyhi rajioun. My grandfather passed away on Saturday at 9:35PM just after we had returned from the country side after visiting my dear aunt and my lovely cousins. I never met my real grandfather, though I remember speaking to him on the phone once or twice, and he sounded real cool. I had meant ot visit him as soon as I got the chance, but that ‘chance’ never came :(. He died of lung cancer after he had successfully removed cancer from his Bowel, subhanallah, it was meant for him to die from cancer. He died as a christian. I and was very sad to hear about his death. I also feel very sorry for my aunt who will have to deal with her dad’s death alone :(. I wish I could be with her, I miss her tons. 😦
Here are some pictures of my grandfather:


Now to the more cheering up things.
We had a woderful two days at my aunts house in the country side, the mountains where beautiful, and very full of flower, grass and butterflies. We had a fab holiday masha’allah :)! It was wonderful seeing my cousins again. They are soo funny and happy girls masha’allah! One, called Amina is really mad, she will make you laugh till you feel like your sides are going to crack! She is a true Maniac. Her and her sister Zineb, have the exam Bacalorya this year (Bac). If they pass it, they will go to the University insha’allah. So please make dua for them as they are very scared. They work up to 12:00 at night then wake up at 4:00AM to study then they do their jobs, then they start studying again. May Allah help the graduate to the University.
This is Zineb:

Last summer, my aunt had a beautiful baby boy called Abdul-Madjid Shuaib. He is a very handsome boy masha’allah! He was born on the 29th August 2009. He has wonderful eye lashes that they are incredibly long and curly as if he is a Model wearing make-up. I’m dead serious!! He is soo fragile though, and can’t bear it if some one kisses him a bit more then ‘gently’ or squeezes him like other babies lol ;)!
Here he is, and I took a special shot of his eyes lashes 😉

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Back home, my mum puts all my clothes on my bed for me to sort out and fold.. I am too lazy to do it that they just pile their till my wardrobe is literaly empty! Then I finally fold them! This the state of my bed, and just as my mum calls is ‘Typical Teenagers Bed’ but I must agree, it is true! I was never that messy!

I hear the food processor! Oh yes!!! Mum is making us Peanut Butter! Woohooo! I’m off 2 watch her guys and promise you with a blog update tomorrow or Friday!
P.S photos will be added as soon as I dowload them!!

Stories Good and True #1

April 6, 2010 at 7:07 pm | Posted in I love, Intrests, Islam, Life, My imagination. | Leave a comment

The Qadi of Az-zahra.
Hakim the Second had a palace built for himself in Az-Zahra. Near the palace there was some land belonging to a woman. Hakim asked the woman to sell it to him so that he could add it to the garden of the palace. The woman refused to sell that piece of land.
Hakim offered her double that value or even more than that. She still did not agree.
In anger, Hakim ordered his men to add the land to his garden by force. The woman took her case to the Qadi. (A judge in Arabic). The Qadi was too scared to summon the King for a case against the poor woman. He asked her to wait for a few days.
The Qadi was very afraid that if he did not put things right, even things which the great powerful King Hakim had done wrong, he would have to answer Allah, God, for it.
The royal palace and garden were ready. Hakim invited th Qadi to see them. When the Qadi prepared to go see them he took with him a dinkey and some empty sacks. The Qadi was a very important man in country so Hakim welcomed him at the gate of the palace. He was very astonished to see him with a donkey and some old saks.
The Qadi asked permission to bring the donkey into the palace with him. Hakim, smiling, let him in. The Qadi then asked if he could take some soul from the garden in his sacks. Astonished, Hakim gave him permission.
Going into the garden the Qadi filled his saks with soil. After this he asked Hakim, “Could you please help me to life the sacks of soil on to the donkey’s back.”
Hakim tried to life the sack but could not do it. He told Qadi, “I cannot life it.”
The Qadi straightened and said, “O King, you cannot life this sack of soil. How will you be able to carry the woman’s load of soil on your shoulders on the Day of Justice?” Hearing this, Hakim started shivering from fear. At once he called the woman.
This man was a Muslim. Muslims make mistakes. Muslims make very bad mistakes indeed, but they really do belive in Allah. Hakim knew that he would have to answer for every little thing he did, even though he was a powerful King whom everybody was afraid of.
He knew that he would be in trouble even for taking a little piece of land from a poor woman who would not sell it to him when he offered her a generous price.
Very humbly he said to her, “I am very ashamed. This palace is yours. May Allah forgive my wrong action.”

Masha’allah! Its a wonderful story and very inspiring. I wish Judges where the same today! The poor are always being dealt with meanly, and most judjes work with Rashwa, Money. I will post 9 wonderful true stories insha’allah each day! So keep a look out for them, okai?

02.03.2010 Welcome March!

March 2, 2010 at 6:20 pm | Posted in Algeira, CAN Africa Cup of Nations, Celebrations, Football, Holidays, Home and familly, Intrests, Islam, Life, My imagination., School, Working, World Cup | Leave a comment

Welcome March!! The month I was waiting for after the Africa Cup of Nations ended. Haha!! I might have got you wondering, hmmm, what is special about March? Well, for me, March is a very special month, (only this year, so dont think its an every year tradition or something, lol). Tomorrow, oh probably one of the best days this year, well no, not actually, because there is still the World Cup, and 2010 Africa Cup qualifications! Anyway…where were we? Oh, yeah! Tomorrow, Algeria is going to play Serbia, in Algeria, 5 Juliet stadium, in preperation for the World Cup. And, England is going to play Egypt, oh I can’t wait! Its going to be so fun, living all the football excitment again, but its a shame just for one day, but still! A football full talk day! Yay!  Does anyone know what time the match is on though? I cant find it anywhere, not even in the papers, and our satelite is a bit mad, so I cant see what time… AH! Its so fustrating….

We FINALLY finished our exams, alhamdulileh!! And I have done quite well masha’allah, with looking at the other pupils resaults, thats what I have so far:

         ~1~ Arabic: 15.5/20, the highest mark in class :D!

        ~2~ French: 16/20, did everything right.. so I dont know where my points disappeared to.

        ~3~ Islamic Studies, 13.5/20 :(, not very good seenthough I learned my lessons quite well.

    Thats all for know! Hope the next ones are MUCH better :)! 

Dont get confused when coming to my blog – about the changes I mean – I am constantly fixing this blog, until it is how I exactly like, which means, it could take forever! My blog header, is a picture of me when I was about 2 or 3 yearrs old! If you have any tips about fixing your blogs and improving it, plz let me know VIA comments :). Also, I want my blogroll a bit more full. So plz, just tell me if I can add yours PLZ :)!

Mum has kindly photocopied us some Islamic work sheets to do. And, I have to go to do them onto my brand new exercise book :). I love filling up exercise books, hehe ;)!

See ya x

05.02.2010

February 5, 2010 at 9:48 pm | Posted in Algeira, Home and familly, Intrests, Islam, Life, My imagination., Pets, Videos and Photos, Working | 5 Comments
Assalamo alikum,

I am going to try and blog, at least one every two days, insha’allah! I might be, finally, getting the hang of this blog alhamdulileh!

Today, I didnt sleep after fajar, me and my two younger brothers stayed up to read Quran. But that had a bad effect on me, I suffered from a headache all day… It was so annoying, and now, after this, I’ll be off to sleep, as I’m really tired for some reason.

I got a hamster, masha’allah! I got one, she is three weeks old, and my brothers got one between them! The problem with me is I cant choose a name for her. I have three choises given to me by friends:

Caramel.

Fudge.

Caramel Fudge.

Rosie.

Cookie.

Aaagh! I cant choose! Maybe you can help after looking at her?

She's peeping out of the window!

Today, I have been teaching a girl I know, called Sabrine, I teach her english for four hours each week, usually two hours friday, and two hours saturday. I enjoy teaching people who are eager to learn, unlike my brothers who leave studying the very last thing to do! She is a lovely sweet little cheeky girl masha’allah! I enjoy teaching her, even when feeling ill like today! The time of teaching flys by so quickly! And soon it is time for her to go home. While I was teaching her, mum managed to take some pictures!

OK then! It takes me simply AGES to blog! I’m exhausted, and cant wait to sleep! So, see you soon insha’allah!

Fiamanillah, Batoul.

xxxxxx

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