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From Eid al-Fitr Celebration

We’ve had a lovely (and relatively small this year) Eid lunch at my mother in law’s house few days back. It was busy as usual, with kids running around and playing, and people chatting and celebrating the end of the Islamic month of fasting, Ramadan. I’ve managed to take few pictures which I deem worthwhile, while plenty others were just a blur of motion and darkness (sadly!); but all in all, not a bad day at all ;)

We all brought sweets of various sizes and tastes, strong tea and coffee was served, majboos with meat and chicken were for lunch, with lovely roasted cashew nuts on rice as a tasty addition.

Eid Mubarak

We went out today (after a month spent indoors, because Ramadan); well, if checking our building and whether it still stands is counted as an outing. The house does indeed still stand, bar few bricks which got blown out from a part of the wall. As we’ve found out by a casual stroll through that brand new neighbourhood, a lot of the houses suffered from similar problem, all on one side, so we’ve simply assumed it has been cause by exceptionally strong wind – which isn’t impossible, considering it is still a deserted place and pretty much no trees mean it’s an open desert. Plenty of space for a strong wind to wreck havoc.

Also, totally lovely weather. Mid of summer is not a time for sandy walks. (Sand emanates heat!) 50°C in shade today. Feels like walking in a full blasting oven. No kidding. It actually tingles like it’s hurting my skin by the sheer warmth. Heat just pouring all over and around you. Not really a weather of my choice, if you ask me. I miss you, Newcastle, and your rainy, gloomy days.
It’s almost 11pm in the night and it’s still 42°C out behind the window.
Well, then.
Happy and blessed Eid al-Fitr to all who celebrate it!

How’s Your Ramadan Going?

With the month of fasting being in the middle, most of you who fast surely know their thing already and can get along pretty well – even I got used to the Kuwaiti tempo rather quickly again and managed to even add 30 – 60 minutes of cardio exercise into the daily routine without collapsing out of exhaustion, thirst or hunger – lets hope I can keep it even after Ramadan passes and my body won’t go all nuts from the change of regime once again.
I’ve found out, that I’ve got “Kuwaitized” a little – can’t talk for the behaviour (that’s a question you’ve got to aim at my husband, he’d know better) – but I remember clearly that when we moved to Kuwait last year, I’ve been offered at one of the dinners a special local sweets: Rahash (رهش كويتي). It’s basically a sesame seeds paste with sugar and God knows what else, it’s incredibly sweet and of course it tastes completely awful to an European tongue (unused to an Arab cuisine). I’ve tried it that evening and I’ve hated the guts of it. It doesn’t look particularly tasty neither to be completely honest; something between sand mud and a wet brick. But…


A year after and I can’t get enough. I’ve smuggled a small box of rahash into my room and every evening I eat it with bread (yes, that’s the best) as my suhoor, together with Pu-erh tea, because my Ramadan cholesterol level is probably around the high risk level – as for many other Muslims.
And here I thought I won’t cope. Hah. As if. Next year I’m gonna catch myself wearing a centimeter thick layer of make-up, I bet you.

Back Home, At Last

Finally home! Settled again, we swiftly joined the Ramadan time, and are enjoying our moments of calm now. It’s summer, so no school for Dori, and fasting, so not much activities going on except the iftaars at my mother-in-law, which is always loud and vivid experience with so many family members gathered at once, starved and longing some Vimto and a piece of food. My MIL cooks great and enjoys a lot of rice and مرق, sambusak, spicy soups, herbs and bread. Quite traditional Arab cuisine, but really tasty – especially in Ramadan!
It’s our third day back home and sand already got up to greet us as well, so today no open-window-heater-style I do time to time to warm up the ACed room of mine.


The routine view from my window

Half of Ramadan is still in front of us and قرقيعان was celebrated yesterday and the day before, with kids dressed up in traditional Kuwaiti attires singing a song for treats, door to door – a bit comparable to Halloween or Easter in Czech, but more traditional and definitely not a derivative of any of mentioned above, but a very old tradition. Although I have to say that the maid armies kind of spoiled the traditional feeling, as well as some parties were simply going in jeans and T-shirts, so shame on you families! – قرقيعان is a nice tradition and Kuwait should take care of that heritage in a proper way, it would be such a shame to forget it.

Stuck Waiting

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 A. 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…

A Trip Here and There

It’s been almost two months we’ve been in Czech – take few days off and the stamp date in my passport from an immigration officer will match the day of the month soon.
Although it might seem like it, we’re not just sitting here waiting for the rain to end (which is rather often, I have to say), but Dori’s getting quite adventurous with her grandpa taking bike trips around the town and woods, even secretly going to a lake to play with water – that of course is happening against my wish and will, because as an overprotective mother I’m so much concerned about her ear if she tried to swim, and about her womanly parts as well, considering grandpa doesn’t think swim suit is necessary for kids and sitting on a stone in the dirty lake water with leeches is all right.
Besides her secret adventures like that, me and my mum do take her around too. Dori was so excited to go by train with us – we’ve got a rare one here, so it’s fun – and then to a castle where princesses used to live. She was rather disappointed when she found out the “used to” part as she was clearly hoping to see a princess for real, and big paintings just weren’t the right thing; although we adults can imagine a lot of things going on in the beautiful rooms filled with historical furniture, scripture, books and even every day mundanities, my child just really wanted to see the princess – and get it over with.
We enjoyed a nice lunch in a nearby restaurant as well and got completely overeaten by a very simple but delicious meal, and I bought myself a new handmade bag (there’s a shop in that town which for years already sells unique hand-crafted things, from mugs to toys and bags and clothing – every single piece is original, unique and completely hand made, awesome things, really; also the prices kind of reflect that) with about 3x more space than my previous one. It was from the same shop I always buy my bags, but since the kiddo grew up from the last visit, the amount of things I grab and carry around with me grew as well – plasters, napkins, disinfection for hands, lipbomb and a lot of other emergency tools, and of course the fact I can completely sink in my Pentax and a 700-pages-long book is a big plus. Although… I found out it has its negatives as well, and when you really, really need to find something small very quickly, it will always get completely swallowed up by the depths of the giant purse. Such as your passport when an embassy guard requests it. Oops…


It’s mainly me who travelled in the past days however, with Dori staying back at the town with her grandma while me and my father were en route to Prague or Jihlava or Pelhrimov, trying to get the paperwork done and solved – for real already. During one day we managed to walk by feet 16km of pavement and roads within the Old town of Prague and Letna, up and down and straight or not; I have to say that the castle stairs are real deal when it’s humid and hot outside and you’re a hijabi not particularly in form. I swear I sweated down at least three kilograms in that climb. No worries, I put them back up at home with a huge chocolate treat!
Alhamdulilah after so many weeks of obstacles and problems popping up one by one trying to make our life miserable, and surprising cooperation of a person whom I didn’t expect to do so, we managed to get it over with – be it by sheer stubbornness or the fact our jinnie got tired for a day which I managed to snap out of her program – the paperwork is now on the way to Kuwait, yay us!, (or by the DHL tracking site already is there, but not delivered yet, since 5 am already!), signed, verified, stamped and paid for.
Inshallah it won’t get harmed in any way and the Kuwait part will be smoother and easier now, because Ramadan is so close and it’s obvious I can’t avoid fasting in Czech, but I’d like to cut it to the minimum for many reasons. Long days, short nights, as for one, no AC for another, and mainly we’re residing at a really small town so eating any meat doesn’t come into consideration here, and our diet here is very sparse and non-healthy, overly vegetarian besides a fish time to time – which doesn’t go well with all the healthy fasting.