Saturday, July 15, 2006
Doing everything but ..
Salams
Currently I am:
- Pining for Manchester and her contents
- Doing the Maqasid Shari'ah Course at the LMC which so far has proved to be amazing - Sk Judai Rocks mA. I shall type up my notes for it. Today was the introductory session and the Sheikh went into the definition of, the need for and the principles behind Shari'ah. It's in Arabic and then translated, but he does very short snippets so there's no relaxing and dozing off during the Arabic parts.
- Feeling terrified about my results
- Cleaning out post-extension house and getting dusty and choked
- Pining for Manchester especially cos my bro and wife are going today and Im NOT
- Writing two essays
- Sorting out elective
- watching all the babies grow up and do clever things. Especially cute is seeing 15 month Ahmad comforting 9 month Dawud and 4 month Shuaib when they were synchronised crying, going frantic trying to find Dawud a toy to quieten him down when Ahmad is still a baby himself
- Pining for Manchester and her sweet yummy water which im sure has secretly got glucose in
Better go to sleep
tumty tumty om pom pom!
xx Nasreen xx
Currently I am:
- Pining for Manchester and her contents
- Doing the Maqasid Shari'ah Course at the LMC which so far has proved to be amazing - Sk Judai Rocks mA. I shall type up my notes for it. Today was the introductory session and the Sheikh went into the definition of, the need for and the principles behind Shari'ah. It's in Arabic and then translated, but he does very short snippets so there's no relaxing and dozing off during the Arabic parts.
- Feeling terrified about my results
- Cleaning out post-extension house and getting dusty and choked
- Pining for Manchester especially cos my bro and wife are going today and Im NOT
- Writing two essays
- Sorting out elective
- watching all the babies grow up and do clever things. Especially cute is seeing 15 month Ahmad comforting 9 month Dawud and 4 month Shuaib when they were synchronised crying, going frantic trying to find Dawud a toy to quieten him down when Ahmad is still a baby himself
- Pining for Manchester and her sweet yummy water which im sure has secretly got glucose in
Better go to sleep
tumty tumty om pom pom!
xx Nasreen xx
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Bargain
I got this coat for £25.00 at petticoat lane market. Original price £115 and it was the last one.
*big grin*
http://www.feverdesigns.co.uk/proddetail.php?prod=TOKLJ&cat=5
its much more beautiful than the picture shows and its chocolate brown. All I have to do is lose 10kg to fit into it
*grin fades*
*big grin*
http://www.feverdesigns.co.uk/proddetail.php?prod=TOKLJ&cat=5
its much more beautiful than the picture shows and its chocolate brown. All I have to do is lose 10kg to fit into it
*grin fades*
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Social Services
A few weeks ago, my sister and nephew Mohsin were on their way to Stoke, and on the way on the motorway, Mohsin said
"Ammu, arn't we gonna stop at the social services"? My poor sister said "Why, arn't I a good enough mum?"
heh heh.
Ive gone on a blogging spree if you can call it a spree, cos I got an exam. nuff said. The end.
ws Nas xx
"Ammu, arn't we gonna stop at the social services"? My poor sister said "Why, arn't I a good enough mum?"
heh heh.
Ive gone on a blogging spree if you can call it a spree, cos I got an exam. nuff said. The end.
ws Nas xx
Beauty
Sometimes you feel something so beautiful that a sharp pain goes right through your insides. It hits you at a particular point, say somewhere slightly to the left of your sternum, and then blossoms and blooms and pulsates and spreads right the way through you until this feeling becomes almost unbearable and you feel as if you're suffocating, and your eyes smart as if you had been stung and a hot cloud cushions your ears and muffles your hearing and you do everything you can to just breathe.
Yeuk thats disgustingly corny.
I do NOT feel like this when I have an exam in two days.
I think my mum is a wonder. She's blind in her left eye, and with her right eye can barely see, but she hardly ever sits down without reading something. I guess she's the original bookworm of this family, and from whom my sisters and brothers got their love of books from. I always thought it was my dad, but now realise that my mum had more to do with it. I remember her reading Road to Makkah by Md Asad (Leopold Weiss) when I was barely waist high (translated to Bangla of course) and so many other books I only realised the value of very recently.
As a child, I remember having friends over from school and being surprised that they were surprised at the amount of books in the house. My dad built shelves on every available space on the wall, and where my friends had pretty ornaments, we had books. Every colour, size, shape, condition, language you can think of, it was there. I remember being about six years old and (pretending I suppose) to do my salah in front of a particular bookshelf which had some dictionaries at the bottom, and every time I would bow, I'd read the words 'anthropological and etymological' until i made them into a kind of rhyme. (Erm, I still don't know what they mean, this was all obviously wasted on me).
When my mum became diabetic and a few years later began losing her sight I remember she use to cry a lot and I remeber she would sit up late into the night reading and writing, often making notes from tafsirs - my sister told me later it was because she had begun to panic about not being able to do this for much longer.
I think my mum is a wonder because when she got married at 15 to my dad, she couldnt read or write - her rich landowner dad didnt believe in sending pretty young girls to mixed schools. My dad taught her to read and write. She came to England when her 9th child was was 3 and I was born here, her 10th. She didn't know a word of English, but still taught us how to read a write bith Bangla and English fluently. How? by having us copy the numbers from the salah calendar and the months from the same. My dad would bring back'Peter and Jane' books from the Sunday market at Brick Lane and we would have to copy these out too.
She would pack us off to school, and go out and do dawah in the community all day coming home exhausted but still able to cook in time for us coming home. She set up circles in houses, community centres, clubs and even led one in a church. Even now, when she goes for a walk, she'll inevitably end up inside a house where someone whoes recognised her has invited her in and we'll panic not knowing where she is. People are eternally grateful to her because she has taught generations of children how to read Quran and you'll get grown men passing her by saying Salam who were once the kids she taught.
Now my mum is 64 and has 32 grandchildren. She lost her oldest son (and ally when she was alone with 9 kids and things were the toughest for her in the village in Bdesh - my dad was in England) when he was just 23.
I think my mum is a wonder. She is beautiful and I DO feel like this when I look at her.
Rabbirham huma kama rabbayani sagheera.
Yeuk thats disgustingly corny.
I do NOT feel like this when I have an exam in two days.
I think my mum is a wonder. She's blind in her left eye, and with her right eye can barely see, but she hardly ever sits down without reading something. I guess she's the original bookworm of this family, and from whom my sisters and brothers got their love of books from. I always thought it was my dad, but now realise that my mum had more to do with it. I remember her reading Road to Makkah by Md Asad (Leopold Weiss) when I was barely waist high (translated to Bangla of course) and so many other books I only realised the value of very recently.
As a child, I remember having friends over from school and being surprised that they were surprised at the amount of books in the house. My dad built shelves on every available space on the wall, and where my friends had pretty ornaments, we had books. Every colour, size, shape, condition, language you can think of, it was there. I remember being about six years old and (pretending I suppose) to do my salah in front of a particular bookshelf which had some dictionaries at the bottom, and every time I would bow, I'd read the words 'anthropological and etymological' until i made them into a kind of rhyme. (Erm, I still don't know what they mean, this was all obviously wasted on me).
When my mum became diabetic and a few years later began losing her sight I remember she use to cry a lot and I remeber she would sit up late into the night reading and writing, often making notes from tafsirs - my sister told me later it was because she had begun to panic about not being able to do this for much longer.
I think my mum is a wonder because when she got married at 15 to my dad, she couldnt read or write - her rich landowner dad didnt believe in sending pretty young girls to mixed schools. My dad taught her to read and write. She came to England when her 9th child was was 3 and I was born here, her 10th. She didn't know a word of English, but still taught us how to read a write bith Bangla and English fluently. How? by having us copy the numbers from the salah calendar and the months from the same. My dad would bring back'Peter and Jane' books from the Sunday market at Brick Lane and we would have to copy these out too.
She would pack us off to school, and go out and do dawah in the community all day coming home exhausted but still able to cook in time for us coming home. She set up circles in houses, community centres, clubs and even led one in a church. Even now, when she goes for a walk, she'll inevitably end up inside a house where someone whoes recognised her has invited her in and we'll panic not knowing where she is. People are eternally grateful to her because she has taught generations of children how to read Quran and you'll get grown men passing her by saying Salam who were once the kids she taught.
Now my mum is 64 and has 32 grandchildren. She lost her oldest son (and ally when she was alone with 9 kids and things were the toughest for her in the village in Bdesh - my dad was in England) when he was just 23.
I think my mum is a wonder. She is beautiful and I DO feel like this when I look at her.
Rabbirham huma kama rabbayani sagheera.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
"I dont like ANYBODY in the world"
Salam Alaikum
One exam down (passed that btw, alh!) and two more to go. Past few days have been spent practising OSCEs on each another and getting into compromising positions. There's medics on all the lawns outside the library examining each other. The only things keeping me happy right now are the babies.
Five year old Ismail came out with a great one: "Abbu, I don't like ANYBODY in the world, I don't like anybody except Allah, His Angels, His books and His meseengers. I don't like anybody!" Such things keep me hebby 'Aeid as the ayrabs would say.
Welcome home to all the holidayers, am looking forward to hearing about all the adventures.
I watched Fearless on Tuesday and loved it, twas a beautiful film though Mr. A tells me that compared to the other ones - house of flying daggers, hero etc, it isn't as good. Also watched Kingdom of Heaven (yes yes, I know Im late) and the castle reminded me of when I visited Krac des Chevaliers near Homs in Syria. It was amazing and fantastic though I ran out of time - I think you'd need at least 3-4 days to explore it fully. On the way up the mountain to the castle, theres a lovely slope with pommegranate trees covering it. Pommegranate trees! Lovely.
I better go and learn how to explain what exactly how one can go about getting an abortion. yuck. Duas needed
luv Nas xx
One exam down (passed that btw, alh!) and two more to go. Past few days have been spent practising OSCEs on each another and getting into compromising positions. There's medics on all the lawns outside the library examining each other. The only things keeping me happy right now are the babies.
Five year old Ismail came out with a great one: "Abbu, I don't like ANYBODY in the world, I don't like anybody except Allah, His Angels, His books and His meseengers. I don't like anybody!" Such things keep me hebby 'Aeid as the ayrabs would say.
Welcome home to all the holidayers, am looking forward to hearing about all the adventures.
I watched Fearless on Tuesday and loved it, twas a beautiful film though Mr. A tells me that compared to the other ones - house of flying daggers, hero etc, it isn't as good. Also watched Kingdom of Heaven (yes yes, I know Im late) and the castle reminded me of when I visited Krac des Chevaliers near Homs in Syria. It was amazing and fantastic though I ran out of time - I think you'd need at least 3-4 days to explore it fully. On the way up the mountain to the castle, theres a lovely slope with pommegranate trees covering it. Pommegranate trees! Lovely.
I better go and learn how to explain what exactly how one can go about getting an abortion. yuck. Duas needed
luv Nas xx
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Affected Affection
Assalamu alaikum All
I know, it' really appalling my lack of posting. So many blogworthy things have happened but now they're one huge fudged mistball of memories - I wanted to write about my surprise trip to Paris and how I didn't go up the Eiffel Tower cos it was closed, but got to see it as a jewel in the night sky instead when it was lit up with sparkles and the orange full moon peeped through in the background, hanging so low in the sky.
I had so much to say about all the beautiful ill babies on the paeds ward and the funny things they come up with. And the old lady with Dementia on the psych ward (a former civil servant) who thought she was Margaret Thatcher and that I had come to her so that she could teach me negotiation skills.
And how a flatmate on my peripheral attachment said 'I dont know if it's Islams or Moslems, but which one is it where the wife has to walk 10 steps behind her husband?' totally oblivious to the fact that I was an Islam/Muslim :P. And how I sneaked Mr. A into the flat and had him stay illegally and how the said flatmate thought I was some kind of nutter squirrelling away food into my room in the middle of talking to her in the kitchen (the food was for mr A) - she actually said 'you're like a hamster, storing away food in your room - you cant stand still' hmm
And about the time when we all raided the dermatology clinics 50% vaseline stores to polish our shoes (really good polish btw)
And how Dazey junior is here from Saudi (:D :D) for the summer and toto is back.
And how a hairdresser chopped all me hair off :'(
And so many other things.
But Ive forgotten em all. Never mind. More pressing (at least for me) is that Ive got an exam tomorrow :D ( hence the irresistable urge to blog) and im not prepared! Duas please!
Have been re-reading Malik Badri's Contemplation - good stuff, what? (hee hee i love bertie)
toodle-oo all
Nas xx
oh yes - who thinks 'blog' and 'blogging' sound rather rude? and log off sounds very rude. Like swearing. Log off!! tut. Id rather be a diarist than a blogger - much more dainty.
and sorry about the non-relevance of the post to the title - I just thought the title clever but couldnt think of anything to write about it.
I know, it' really appalling my lack of posting. So many blogworthy things have happened but now they're one huge fudged mistball of memories - I wanted to write about my surprise trip to Paris and how I didn't go up the Eiffel Tower cos it was closed, but got to see it as a jewel in the night sky instead when it was lit up with sparkles and the orange full moon peeped through in the background, hanging so low in the sky.
I had so much to say about all the beautiful ill babies on the paeds ward and the funny things they come up with. And the old lady with Dementia on the psych ward (a former civil servant) who thought she was Margaret Thatcher and that I had come to her so that she could teach me negotiation skills.
And how a flatmate on my peripheral attachment said 'I dont know if it's Islams or Moslems, but which one is it where the wife has to walk 10 steps behind her husband?' totally oblivious to the fact that I was an Islam/Muslim :P. And how I sneaked Mr. A into the flat and had him stay illegally and how the said flatmate thought I was some kind of nutter squirrelling away food into my room in the middle of talking to her in the kitchen (the food was for mr A) - she actually said 'you're like a hamster, storing away food in your room - you cant stand still' hmm
And about the time when we all raided the dermatology clinics 50% vaseline stores to polish our shoes (really good polish btw)
And how Dazey junior is here from Saudi (:D :D) for the summer and toto is back.
And how a hairdresser chopped all me hair off :'(
And so many other things.
But Ive forgotten em all. Never mind. More pressing (at least for me) is that Ive got an exam tomorrow :D ( hence the irresistable urge to blog) and im not prepared! Duas please!
Have been re-reading Malik Badri's Contemplation - good stuff, what? (hee hee i love bertie)
toodle-oo all
Nas xx
oh yes - who thinks 'blog' and 'blogging' sound rather rude? and log off sounds very rude. Like swearing. Log off!! tut. Id rather be a diarist than a blogger - much more dainty.
and sorry about the non-relevance of the post to the title - I just thought the title clever but couldnt think of anything to write about it.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Feeling Guilty
I have, for many months now, been feeling very bad about a show I did on Ramdan Radio. It was about "Islamic" knowledge versus "regular" knowledge - and during my incoherent ramblings I happened to mention a particular sister from my uni who gave up medicine in her 5th year. Now, I didn't mention any names but I described the circs around her giving it all up, i.e. how many weeks she was away from graduating etc. I wanted to illustrate a point, but it came out all wrong and ugly. It sounded like I was accusing her of wasting an opportunity and I spoke about how Muslim women should be fghting to get into such fields blah blah.
Anyway, a close friend of this sister's sister heard the show, and recognised who I was talking about. I think she's told the sister (who I respect immensely, infact she was one of the few who eased my transition into uni and I always looked up to her for advice). I think this sister hates me now (if someone as sweet as her is capable of hating) - so yes, I feel very bad.
Related to this, what do people think about giving up studies like medicine for Islamic reasons? To pursue Islamic studies for instance?
In Other News:
Anyway, a close friend of this sister's sister heard the show, and recognised who I was talking about. I think she's told the sister (who I respect immensely, infact she was one of the few who eased my transition into uni and I always looked up to her for advice). I think this sister hates me now (if someone as sweet as her is capable of hating) - so yes, I feel very bad.
Related to this, what do people think about giving up studies like medicine for Islamic reasons? To pursue Islamic studies for instance?
In Other News:
- Still have'nt handed in essay because I got another extension for it! From a different guy! I hope he wears cotton socks! Ameen!
- I've been suspended from uni and unceremoniously kicked out. sob sob. It's not that bad really - didn't wan't to be a doc anyway. All that bood - urgh!
- I'm half joking - my fees aint been paid yet so they Deny me Access to my user area and account and email. huh! *tosses head*
Convo between 5 year old Usamah, my neph and Salman my bro (he of concrete underpants fame) :
Usama "mama, when I go jannah, will I be allowed to eat Pig?"
Salman "yes, but it wont be haram or dirty. everythings allowed in jannah"
Usamah (triumphantly punching the air with his fist) "Yess!! excellent! Im going to EAT it. Im going to EAT PIG. its going to be DELICIOUS. Yess!
I worry.
luv n ws nas xx
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
im werry werry heppy
So, all my hair is falling out it's really quite scary. There's a fantabulous marrow oil thats really stinky though and it doesnt work. Ok, so its not fantabulous. AND it's stinky. hah, that needs to go obviously. Then there's Folic Acid. I love Folic Acid it makes baby hairs grow.
Mr A surprised me last Thursday soon after I put his pic up by walking through the door when I thought he was in manc. (I didnt get killed, zoo, though i nearly died becuse I looked a wreck). That made my day, no, week, no, month. Actually that made my life. Im so sad. So ofcourse I wasn't to be expected to finish my essay so I begged an extension and the lovely lady gave me one. I hope she wears cotton socks, ameen.
Had a lovely weekend in manc and dazey made delicious concoctions in minutes, put me to shame, she's a domestic goddess and abbu came! yaaay!
now, I still havent finished the essay. yuck. Mr A and abbu have gone a-visiting and im bored!
I saw a slug today and it reminded me of the time in Leicester when debo went to the shower and I was waiting outside. quiet conversation with meself was interrupted by debo shouting
'safety-piiinnn, safety-piiin, arrrgghhh. ahhhhh. omigosh omigosh - naaaaaaaasssss, naaas safe-ty-pin'
me: u orite my love? (baffled - how urgent can needing a safety-pin ever be??)
debo - nooo, nooo, theres a safety pin. come iin. nooo dont come in
me: shall i come or not?
dressed debo: come iinn
I go in and see debo as white as a sheet, no, as green as a erm, erm, gnat pointing at summat on the floor. I look and see a centipede. heh. safety-pin. centipede. safety-pin. hmmm. :D I love Debo
I also love you all and fell werry werry welcome. I forgot I had a blog, then came back to all these comments. Felt all warm and happy inside.
I love you Dazey and I hope youre revising
I love you Pink - hows your eye?
I love you Zoo (I do member youuuu)
I love you Fudge - we should meet up
I love you Doe bhabi and I hopes you're better
I love you Cow and miss you loads
I love you Bikey and miss you too, well done wiv passing
I love you MD - long time no see, tis the year of the Dog too (chinese)
I'm sure I'd love you Sane One if I knew you - OSCE tips - I've gotta few, which year and what skills??
Okie ive got lots more to say but shall spare y'all. Long post.
I will 'ood bil basmi, soon.
n xx
Mr A surprised me last Thursday soon after I put his pic up by walking through the door when I thought he was in manc. (I didnt get killed, zoo, though i nearly died becuse I looked a wreck). That made my day, no, week, no, month. Actually that made my life. Im so sad. So ofcourse I wasn't to be expected to finish my essay so I begged an extension and the lovely lady gave me one. I hope she wears cotton socks, ameen.
Had a lovely weekend in manc and dazey made delicious concoctions in minutes, put me to shame, she's a domestic goddess and abbu came! yaaay!
now, I still havent finished the essay. yuck. Mr A and abbu have gone a-visiting and im bored!
I saw a slug today and it reminded me of the time in Leicester when debo went to the shower and I was waiting outside. quiet conversation with meself was interrupted by debo shouting
'safety-piiinnn, safety-piiin, arrrgghhh. ahhhhh. omigosh omigosh - naaaaaaaasssss, naaas safe-ty-pin'
me: u orite my love? (baffled - how urgent can needing a safety-pin ever be??)
debo - nooo, nooo, theres a safety pin. come iin. nooo dont come in
me: shall i come or not?
dressed debo: come iinn
I go in and see debo as white as a sheet, no, as green as a erm, erm, gnat pointing at summat on the floor. I look and see a centipede. heh. safety-pin. centipede. safety-pin. hmmm. :D I love Debo
I also love you all and fell werry werry welcome. I forgot I had a blog, then came back to all these comments. Felt all warm and happy inside.
I love you Dazey and I hope youre revising
I love you Pink - hows your eye?
I love you Zoo (I do member youuuu)
I love you Fudge - we should meet up
I love you Doe bhabi and I hopes you're better
I love you Cow and miss you loads
I love you Bikey and miss you too, well done wiv passing
I love you MD - long time no see, tis the year of the Dog too (chinese)
I'm sure I'd love you Sane One if I knew you - OSCE tips - I've gotta few, which year and what skills??
Okie ive got lots more to say but shall spare y'all. Long post.
I will 'ood bil basmi, soon.
n xx
