Um Abbas

Sometimes feeling out of this world.

Strip-a-dumb-dumb

Oh my peoples! (Of the land of Czech, for this article.) So you strip for free stuff – and you’re telling me with the same mouth that prostitutes are bad when selling their bodies – and you’re better than them?
Every time someone will point at me and smirk at my scarf and long sleeves, I will think of this happening in Prague. It doesn’t – by any mean – make me any better than anyone else, but at least I don’t sell myself like that.
How far did our society reach that people who don’t starve or suffer hardship would strip – in the middle of a city in front of thousands of other people – for a piece of fabric? For free? Even old ladies?!
Why is this deemed as the greatest freedom of a woman? Or a man? Well thank you, I’ll stick with my puritanic dress code rather than jumping around in my petticoats on the street offering every unlucky passer-by a look upon my exposed body… and let alone cameras and mobiles – for a friggin shirt!
But please, enjoy your tops and pants and skirts – you’ve earned them the oldest way known to humanity! :)
(Message from me: Shame on you, doxies!)

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PS.: I don’t usually comment on political, religious or society issues on my blog, but some things are just way too disturbing for me not to put them here. I get judged and looked down upon for wearing hijab, but if I walked into a designer store in underwear, than it would be all right? Well, news flash, folks – this is not new, old Greeks’ve already done that. And how did they end.
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Well, what are you worth?

It’s Monday!

Lady Chickenpox is getting buried under pimples and blisters and doc told us we brought the sickness to the town (how could we, on my way from there we met an old acquittance of mine who was going to check these weird pimples on her daughter’s body… us, huh!), but other than the unbelievable number of red spots and dots on Dori she seems finally fine; after two wild nights though. We got white powder to calm the dots down and some pills for scratching so she won’t be left with scars on her face (poor babe got it even on her palms, lips and God knows where else it will pop up). We wanted to catch up with immunization schedule of Czech but this disrupted our plans and we will have to finish that in Kuwait, as her immune system right now is too weak to take any shots. Shame; might’ve been done before she gets to go to school.

Chicken from the Box named Chickenpox

A week flew by, we didn’t do much so far, except informative stuff and some visits to doctors. That includes yesterday’s visit of ER after kiddo got fevers and weird blister no her neck; which resulted in knowing nothing for the rest of the day (the doc said he can’t say anything yet) and today’s quite sure option of chickenpox, as the one weird blister cloned geometrically into dozens and dozens and they’re still coming in bunches like immigrants to a new promised land. So tomorrow’s another doctor, now for powder to cover the spots and hope for Dori not to scratch them bloody. She got – most likely – infected in her build-from-a-box school the last days she was there.


To the highest mountain, Boots!

My old childhood game “Big noses”, made from maple seeds.

View from the “highest mountain” above the town

Castle garden in town

Randomly quack!

We managed to get out quite nice though and Dori seems to enjoy the nature rather a lot, even gave up on screaming on every bug and fly and spider she sees. She landed heads first in a park and obtained a roughly scratched elbow with a lot of cry, but now carries it as a trophy of her adventures. (I’m small Dora, you’re big Boots.) I’m quite positive she will miss that outing back in Kuwait, although she started to miss her daddy here as well, and is now torn apart between these two options.

Report from the Czech Front (Yes, we’re back!)

Well; we arrived at Czech on Friday evening after an exhausting trip, but alhamdulilah safe and sound. It’s summer in Czech so the temperature is around Kuwaiti winter or (that very short) spring, quite bearable even though there is no AC here. Dori’s enjoying her green trips now all around the little town, into the forest, watching leaves and trees and river; we caught some ducks as well as – to my very surprise – an otter in the pond here. Definitely some different stuff unlike in Kuwait. No more sand in places before unknown, few dried up bushes, thirst-suffering palm trees and some kind of durable broad-leaved tree which won’t give up even in the insane heats. We’ve got trees, rivers, meadows, animals, flies, bees, bugs, mosquitoes, ticks and other fun things in here.


Dandelion fun!

Worried otter

Virgin Maria praying for safety among building materials on the lower floor of our house. (Look at her, hijabi, they get everywhere these Muslim punks!)

So far I’ve just run few enquiries about my business here, half of which i know now, and other half yet to be asked and perhaps even solved. If that goes well I’ll have to run the stamping marathon again, now for two papers, but inshallah at that point it won’t be such a problem anymore. At least I know where to go and what to bring now, since it won’t be my first time, right… Like 50CZK stamp for Ministry of foreign affairs, which I didn’t know I should have, and had to run around the Prague Castle Court to find a post office which would be selling such a thing. I did, but I bet I’ve sweated down at least a kilo of my body weight.

2 Months Gone, 2 Days Left

Tomorrow night, or better day-after-tomorrow early morning, me and Dori will be leaving Kuwait for period of time further unknown. My previous hectic week trying to stampify my life didn’t work out in terms of successfully getting rid of any visa problems Dori had – eventually, it did nothing, except cost us several hundreds dinars and some weight on my side.


2 months ago I came into a flat buried under the sand after a huge sandstorm.

Dori is still illegal, now with fancy fine on her head, which will be dropped if we leave Kuwait before the 31st of June, which we intend to. In fact, the tickets are booked for 3rd; so inshallah we’ll get out before they go after out wallets.
It doesn’t end by that, however. I’ll have to try out some more running, more complicated, more unpleasant, and once again with dozens of stamps for every dust and sand I want to carry. Well, not literally, but you know – sea of stamps for other stamps for other stamps, so in the end of the day someone behind another stamp might give us the final stamp; Dori’s residency visa.
I’m not particularly delighted by going away so soon again, but can’t do – at least my parenst will see their beloved and so far only grandchild after a year and a half, which is quite a time, if you ask me. She refuses to speak Czech, sometimes speaks Arabi, but her favourite of all times stays English, which she exercises quite a lot.
So yay us, heaps of stress ahead!

Other than that, life’s going on as usual. Heat is omnipresent, clouds are sparse while clear blue sky is a daily bread. It’s almost 7 pm now and outside shade temperature is 45 degrees of Celsius and not really dropping. The sea got warm and often brings to my windows a wave of humid salty air, which makes us sweat on places before unknown; cats’re shedding hair with the speed of fur-balls placed in oven (mainly when I get carried away with fresh airing my room by opening windows; the AC isn’t designed for that so it doesn’t give a damn, really, and makes my room – favourite hangout spot for our kitties – quite hot).