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Strip-a-dumb-dumb

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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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Chicken from the Box named Chickenpox

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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.

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

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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.

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So, You Want a Stamp?

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Just a short update from my necessary visit of my homeland – I need a simple stamp, on a simple document; as stated in previous entries, I need a stamp from Kuwait Embassy in Czech, on a birth certificate for my daughter, so they may (and also may not) decide to grant her the permit to stay in the country.
So, yes, basically I need one damn stamp. Simple task, right?
Not.


For that stamp, I have to have a stamp, for which I need a stamp, for which I got a stamp, after I announced the intention to get a stamp.
All of the above happens in different towns and cities, of course; with closest being my place of current residency, other 20km away, another 50km, and two others 120km from here, both last in same town but not same place and lets be honest – Prague certainly is a big city already, at least when it comes to having a short period of time and a lot of bureaucracy obstacles to overcome. I use public transportation and as such I’m rather tied up in terms of travel time.
I’m in step three of five, with uncertainty about the success of this one, as the offices don’t really work on Tuesdays and Thursdays and lets don’t bullshit ourselves, who works on Friday. I’m running out of time although I didn’t slack at all; and it doesn’t make me happy.
Something is seriously wrong in this country; just tell me, what?

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A Year After

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Dramatic heading, isn’t it? :) Not so dramatic content of it, however; it’s just been over a year I’ve been in Czech. Nothing much seems to be changed; Islam still lifts newspapers’ popularity with deeply suggestive content (I’m now referring to a magazine made by a newspaper claiming to be the most serious news oracle in the whole country, which put in sale a very blatant article pretending to be neutral interview with Muslim women, but ending being simply awful and once again damaging the fame of the small and already torn apart Islamic community of Czech Republic).
People still do stare on hijab, at least in the small towns, and officialities are still pain in butt to get done. I’ve, however, managed to get half of my work done already, which is positive – my criminal record didn’t require any waiting time anymore as it used to be, and I got it instantly after asking for it. Yay me!
Now the harder part, but inshallah even that will get through.
My travel wasn’t unpleasant, neither jolly, as I hate the murmur of airports and looking for the gates (Dubai airport has got around 300 departure gates, it indeed is very big and somewhat confusing place; Heathrow still leads in confusion, nevertheless.)
As I departed from Kuwait during the night, before fajr prayer came into the play, I’ve had the possibility to enjoy a great show on my second flight from Dubai, when we were crossing over Iran; Shiraz is a very mountainous area and offers a great deal of amazing aerial views. Early morning, clear sky, precious land under us, with tiny dots of housings and villages scattered throughout the mountains.




I’ve slept more than half of the flight and usually started to nap when clouds came into the picture, as that is rather boring (and quite painful for my eyes as well) to watch; woke up over Romania and enjoyed another bunch of hilly, snowy views, than woke up after Wien, which is almost at home, so I stayed up, read up a book from duty free shop I bought in Dubai, and enjoyed juices and chocolate a flight attendant kept on bringing to me, obviously fond of me, but without any signs of any kind of interest from my side – a little more tucked in the hijab and abaya, perhaps, after I realized it.
I miss my husband and little daughetr already, but things have to be done and they’re not gonna be done without me being here; so – let’s roll.

PS.: Excuse the quality of the pictures in this entry; they’re taken on iPod, as my camera was having a lift in my luggage so I won’t be dragging too many bags with me, and iPod was the only device I could use to get a snap of at least a little of what I liked so much. Plus, small area of economy class seating doesn’t allow much space to position myself, either.