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Marry Women of Your Choice, Two or Three or Four

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I have this question roaming in my head for some time already, and it is for my revert sisters in Islam, those who I know or am somehow in contact with, so mainly Czech girls, but feel free to add your own bit into the discussion even if you’re a born Saudi Muslim and have no idea who am I.
Many of you, no offense intended! (describing purely my personal feelings), are on some kind of righteous crusade to point out the bad stuff on The Others, and in favour of omnipresent “reminders“, many of you spread the feeling of self-voted haraam & halaal police, especially when it comes to social media, be it Twitter, Facebook, or common blogging under any platform, self-hosted or not (from which all are basically quite non-Islamic to the bits), and spread the feeling that once you’ve spoken Shahada you’re on the right path and can’t step off, no matter what will be put in your way, and the other sisters around you keep on stepping in bad stuff and you have to, because you care of their immortal souls, of course, you have to correct them, straighten them, lead them. And God forbids if they keep on going that way, than you’re probably going to link their post or blog and slander them and diss them, together with few others of the same thoughts, because, astaghfirullah , these people of other opinion surely aren’t Muslim (enough).
Now, I admire your dedication, sisters; and I am amazed how many people literally turned 180 degrees from their previous lives, leading a good life, set in stone by rules and musts and to-dos and some rights; but sisters, where did your spirituality and faith go in all that Islam you tend to preach? Faith has many faces, as many as its believers, and to quote one of my favourite things: The way I see it isn’t necessarily the way You see it. Hence thanks in advance for all your reminders, but please, keep them on minimum, and only in best thought – not to show you’re better or more knowledgeable, because that tends to make me just prove you wrong.
Plus, an (unasked for) reminder for you all, or even few just to put my point straight: Do not call others kuffar / kafir, unless you want to speak of yourself in that manner first.
An-Nisa, 94: “O ye who believe! When ye go abroad in the cause of Allah, investigate carefully, and say not to any one who offers you a salutation: “Thou art none of a believer!”
“O’ creature of Allah, do not be quick in exposition anyone’s sin for he may be forgiven for it, and do not feel yourself safe even for a small sin because you may be punished for it.” (Imam Ali, a.s.)
“Tolerance is a shelter against poverty.” (Imam Ali, a.s., Sermon of Wasila)
An-Nisa, 124: ” If any do deeds of righteousness,- be they male or female – and have faith, they will enter Heaven, and not the least injustice will be done to them.”
“The best form of devotion to the service of Allah is not to make a show of it.”
(Imam Ali, a.s.)”
Al-Tawba, 10: “But, if they repent, establish regular prayers, and practise regular charity,- they are your brethren in Faith. “
Al-Baqara, 85: “Then is it only a part of the Book that ye believe in, and do ye reject the rest? but what is the reward for those among you who behave like this but disgrace in this life?- and on the Day of Judgment they shall be consigned to the most grievous penalty. For Allah is not unmindful of what ye do. “
First of all I want to let you know that this entry, nor the question, aren’t meant in a bad way. I’m purely curious. By above paragraphs I do not intend to harm or offend anyone, I am only describing, how I sometimes feel in the particular community. I try to avoid judging other people and consider myself as a fairly tolerant, liberal Muslim, open-minded even, and I have no problem reading and studying other streams of thoughts, be it Sunni, Sufi, Christian, Buddhist, Taosit, whatever – it’s good to know things, or as my husband would say, it is good to know thy enemy.
Imam Ali (a) said: “A person setting forth for the acquisition of knowledge is like the one who struggles in the way of God.” (Al-Majlisi, Bihar al‑Anwar, vol. 1, p. 179)
My question, however, aims at your feelings, the true ones, the ones you didn’t adapt by reverting/converting/embracing Islam, and it’s aiming particularly for your hearts as women – please, in you answer, if you chose to answer me, that is, be really sincere with yourself, be honest with me and God, nobody will judge you here. Well, I won’t for sure, can’t speak for The Others, naturally.
My question for all you sister Muslimas (Mormons can join too!) sounds:

“Are you accepting (happily) the fact that your husband can and will marry a second wife? Third and fourth?”

Please, people, answer at your best mind. Do not lie to me, as I have my own opinion already and if you lie it won’t do any good to your own soul and won’t change anything when it comes to me, and do not answer with “My husband won’t ever marry a second wife, because…” – I’m not interested in that; I’m interested in your honest answer on quite a theoretical question (or in few cases a very real one), IF your husband decides to marry other woman, and you will be forced to share your feelings, your kitchen, your time, your life, your bed, your beloved husband with her – or them.
Thank you in advance for helping me with this “research” of a kind.


An-Nisa, 3: “If ye fear that ye shall not be able to deal justly with the orphans, Marry women of your choice, Two or three or four; but if ye fear that ye shall not be able to deal justly (with them), then only one, or (a captive) that your right hands possess, that will be more suitable, to prevent you from doing injustice.”
An-Nisa, 129: “Ye are never able to be fair and just as between women, even if it is your ardent desire: But turn not away (from a woman) altogether, so as to leave her (as it were) hanging (in the air). If ye come to a friendly understanding, and practise self-restraint, Allah is Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful. “
Honor Your Wives

Tripping

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Yay! Finally we’ve managed to get the tickets for our trip back booked and inshallah by tomorrow at this hour I’ll be boarding a Emirati plane to Kuwait at Dubai airport.
emarati airlines
The same flight as always, long and exhausting trip counting over 12 hours and even more, but after soooo long I will be able to hug my husband again. I really dislike the idea of having to sit on the mid row with two other poeple, especially on the longer flight, but at least we’re moving now. Let’s hope it won’t be anyone un-behaved, stinky or drunk, as it happens so often.
Wish us the best, please, and a safe trip.
See y’all in Kuwait!

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Stuck Waiting

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Days flow like a sand through my fingers, all same, a copy & paste of each other now – Ramadan always changes the whole tempo of life, but being in Czech and alone changed it a lot. Well; it’s my first fasting in Czech Republic and besides the fact that I’ll probably eat a cow at once when I come back home (no halal meat nearby at this forgotten place), the summer days here are pretty long, understand, the light period of a day is damn long and thirsty; and yes, indeed I’m not physically alone, since I’m with my parents and sometimes with my bro and his GF here as well (who smirk very childishly at any mention of Muslim, Islam, or fasting – gosh, who of the sane mind would ever starve and thirst himself just to prove something as mere as self-discipline, and for so silly reasons such as the love of God! – but hey, I’m getting used to it again, the omnipresent misunderstanding and misconception of what I do believe in, not quite mentioning the fact that who believes in any kind of God or Greater Power in this country is deemed as completely nuts and weak. Dooh.).
So I’ve set my mind and body on sleeping late, getting up late, not biting my daughter in her butt when she’s innocently stuffing a doughnut under my nose throughout the course of the day, not swearing (hard sometimes!, I’m quite a bad mouth), and trying to invent telepathy or even better teleportation. One is obvious, second to put an annoying thought in the head of any officer handing our papers at the very moment, and that being that they’ve got to be done as soon as possible, yesterday was too late. Doesn’t work, so far, needless to say.


I’m waiting, waiting and waiting, for someone to finish it off already and let us back, because I miss my spouse so much it’s unbelievable, so much that my heart physically hurts when I think of how far apart we are and how long I didn’t put my ear on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
Kiddo misses her daddy as well but due to the fact that she’s surrounded by rather new (to her) forests, meadows, rivers and inland summer and her loving grandparents, she’s not usually as sad and blue as I am. Which is good, ‘coz two depressed chicks would be rather a lot to take on.
So I fast alone and long after the closeness of my beloved one – yes, even now after years of marriage I’m still crazy in love and I can say I love him more and deeper than ever before – and hope that our jinnie took her holidays and I can see my obsidian-eyed, ebony-haired and kind-hearted husband before Eid Al-Fitr comes…

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Sbírka úsporných, prakticky vyzkoušených předpisů a návodů, jak vařiti v malé domácnosti.

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Už léta se snažím zjistit, kam se poděla zhruba stovka mých skic a kreseb z období střední školy i předtím, a naprosto náhodně podlehám pocitu, že mi to přeci pečliví rodičové nevyhodili, alébrž jen (ne)pěkně uschovali a na skicy se stále někde na naší půdě snáší milosrdný prach; pak se tedy vydávám po schodech do záhadného patra nad bytem, které je světem samo o sobě a jsou v něm ve všelikých krabicích i mimo ně poskládané knihy, papíry, korespondence i další perly naší rodiny za minulých zhruba sto dvacet let. Že se uprostřed pátrání po složce papírů velikosti A3 vždy přistihnu, jak pročítám a prolézám něco mnohem zajímavějšího, nevadí. Rozuměj, skicy mi velmi chybí a nepředstavitelně mne štve, že po nich není ani vidu, ani slechu (ovšem za předpokladu, že klidně ležící složka papírů by nějaké slyšitelné zvuky vydávala); ale je mnohem více fascinující vidět zdobný rukopis na obálkách adresovaných mému dědu (kterého jsem ani neměla tu čest poznat) z roku 1935, kdy byl v Praze váženým pánem, či pročítat obdobu dnešních nemravných Harlequinek ještě z konce 19. století; případně jako dnes se zmocnit kuchařinky bez data vydání (dle chytrých internétů byla ona kniha vydávána během obou světových válek i mezi nimi a těžko říct, kterého roku spatřila světlo světa ta má – tedy dle rukopisu babiččina, ale nyní již má – kniha).
Vzhledem k tomu, jak velmi odlišný způsob života vedeme dnes v porovnání s dobou před sedmdesáti léty (!), není na škodu nějaké tipy pro domácnost i mladé maminky předat dál – ať již pro zasmání, porovnání či načerpání dlouho zapomenutých mouder i nemouder.
Nehodlám samosebou přepisovat celou knihu, pouze citovat vybrané části.
Keep on reading… →

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Wet Summer

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Almost since the day we came it keeps on raining in Czech – small drops, big drops, dense or here and there, misty or haily, that’s the weather we get. At least Dori’s not sorry that she can’t go out much yet. We started to go out short walks to forest now, but the rain comes sometimes quite surprisingly, even storms.






We usually take a short hike up the hill over the town, there eat a bit of peas from the field, and go back. It’s steep at least, so we can exercise a little bit. Not really much of a summer yet, with all that frowny skies we get 12 – 15 degrees of Celsius top, while in Kuwait is well over 40.
Gonna be a shocker coming back, I’m telling ya.