Month: April 2012

The Kuwait Constitution Articles 35 and 36

Article 35 of Kuwait constitution: Freedom of belief is absolute. The country protects all religions symbols.

Article 36 of Kuwait constitution: Freedom of expression is protected. Every person has that right in speaking, writing, or any method.

LWDLIK – So why is the building of churches being curtailed? Why are art exhibitions stopped? Why is the death penalty for blasphemy being introduced? Something much more serious is at hand: The challenging of the constitution – the very basis of law and protection of the people.

Related articles outside blog:
Kuwait must stop introduction of death penalty for blasphemy – Amendment massive step backwards: Amnesty
Assembly nods to death penalty for blasphemy – MPs press govt over laid-off Kuwaitis
Muslim Brotherhood plans to take over Kuwait by 2013: Khalfan
Christians face shortage of churches in Kuwait – Easter celebrated around the country
Art exhibit raided, gallery closed down
Artist ‘more determined’ after ban
Kuwait DSLR Camera Ban Now in Effect

First Real Crochet

I’ve finally managed to crochet something of shape, colour and even representable to the world. I’ve followed a pattern for the soles of the shoes, but the rest is my own doing, and I am even quite satisfied with the result. Had to write it down on paper while crocheting, so I won’t forget the pattern for the second shoe after I finish the first one.



I just hope it will be in the right size for coming home from hospital with – inshallah – Abbas. (And pink version for the little girl my sister in law is expecting just few days after me.)

… and 38

…which is, supposedly, the temperature in shade (in Celsius) we’ve reached today. Well yay (nay), it’s 8th of April, and I am not prepared to get barbecued yet!
Yesterday I’ve optimistically opened the nice, rounded window in my room to get some fresh air for the morning, and equally quickly I’ve shut it back, as instead of some, at least little bit, refreshing air, I’ve got a heat slap. Big time.


April is the month of storms in Kuwait which according to my husband means a weather change – or so to say a year time change, and I suppose we could call it a spring, the stormy thing, because it seems to happen when winter ends and summer starts. And we’ve got not real spring here, so let’s call it spring; shall we?
Cats are shading hair as crazy and I don’t blame them, I feel like shading my pants and shirts off me too. I am just so not build for heat.


Often it’s somewhat between dusty and rainy, which creates a rather interesting muddy-in-the-air (picture of my window after one of these inserted above).
Nevertheless, summer is here, inevitably and irreversibly and I can stand on my head and it won’t change a thing about it.


We’ve finished shopping for the nursery, inshallah, and now I am just waiting for a call from Kaifan station to pick up my packages coming from UK, Turkey and Czech, containing just a little bit more for the baby, clothes and diapers mainly. Aaaand yes. I actually do blog about diapers. And I fear it’s going to get worse.
When we arrived from the second wave of baby shopping my husband looked like a true Kuwaiti man, with a balcony puckering his lips, desperate face, empty wallet, dozens of bags hanging in his hands, and with a smiling, content wife nearly jumping a step behind him. (Photo of how relaxed can a man be after one big shopping is below).


Aaaand yes – I am ruining my husband’s bank account. No better reason than preparing for the bundle of joy, right? (I have this feeling that this is just a sarcasm used by childless people, really.)

39

…days to go – supposedly, at least that’s what my Lilypie sticker says that it’s left to the 40 week mark. I’ve been dipping into nesting reflex recently which resulted in me sending my husband out on an errand to hunt some crochet hook and yarn, so I can practice a bit before my real crocheting order comes around – which, so far, doesn’t seem to. I blame Easter, busy postal services and so on. The taste to crochet is blamed on nesting reflex.
I’ve managed to hook up my first creation which, amusingly, turned out in a shape of a newborn hat. Wonder why, don’t you?