We Are As American…

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…as apple pie bean pie!

I cook barbecue chicken, chili, mac and cheese. In Ramadan I never fail to have a big feast with turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, candy yams, and all the other traditional American holiday foods San the roasted ham. When I’m feeling ethnic I make tacos or order  pizza!

My daughters  ride horses and camels.

They are involved in many sports like swimming, Taekwondo, Karate, and gymnastics.

They are bilingual

They love adventure!

They go to the zoo

and museum

 They play Uno and Connect four.

They ride bikes and Green Machines.

They have sibling rivalry! It drives me nuts!

Most of all they have a GOOD FATHER who loves and looks after their well being.

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We are American expatriates residing in Saudi Arabia. Many people have raised families abroad. We do no smoke, drink, do drugs,or engage in criminal activity or immoral behavior. Our daughters are as dear to us as our sons. As Americans in Saudi we are not expected to conform to the cultural norms of this society. We are not Saudi, we are American.

We know the value of proper upbringing of children. Children, are a trust given to the parents. Parents are to be responsible for this trust on the Day of Judgement. Parents are essentially responsible for the moral, ethical and the basic and essential religious teachings of their children.

Islam sees that if  parents fulfill their duties towards all children in terms of providing them with necessary training, educational backing, moral, ethical and religious education, this will definitely lead to a more caring child, a better family atmosphere and better social environment and awareness. The father is the shepherd over his family, protecting them, providing for them, and striving to be their role model and guide in his capacity as head of the household. 

There is no need to be concerned about my husband raising any of his children. He cherishes them all and would be the last person to cause intentional harm to them.

Muslims please do not admonish me by telling me it’s haram to post images. I do not usually publicly post pictures of my family and I seek refuge in Allah with His total words from the every devil, vermin and from the evil eye.

My Students Praying On Time!

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These boys drive me crazy in class, but I was so happy to see them get up and pray, on their own after the iqaama was called. They sped things up at the end, because the doorbell rang.

Time To Clean The Cell Phone

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You know if you remove a bunch of mesages and pics from your cell, your battery last longer? Well that is my observation at least.

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In some of the really crowded areas, there may not be an actual Masjid nearby (nearby here means you don’t step outside and find one), so they put up these trailers as makeshift masajid. This is for salatul majib and all the stores closed. These are mostly shop keepers. My husband is inside of the trailer, he was there early because he sat in the car waiting for me while I shopped…lol!

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See all those shoes? Somebody will go home missing theirs. My husband keeps an extra pair in the car. I’ve seen workers “looking” for their shoes and “accidently” taking the wrong ones.

Oh and that’s the wudo station in the back.

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Catching a prayer here is like catching a bus. You miss one and another comes along shortly.

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See it was hard enough when I had 3 kids in a King Sized bed, but when I had the baby and moved last year we were supplied with a Queen size bed. The downgraded bed and upgraded kids are killing me!

I got a plan tho, but yall know me…I do it first then tell yall later!

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These are my lil men – masha’Allah. I am so proud of them and the way they look out for each other. Adam is very mature for his age – masha’Allah. This was taken when we picked him up from the school bus. He immediately got off the bus, ran to me and gave me a kiss, and then took his baby brothers hand and started walking him home! He protects his big sisters too!

I Think I Lost My Mind

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So I’m sittng here catching up on whatever my crappy little computer will allow me to and Adam and his friend walk in the room and I ask Adam where is the baby. He ignores me and keeps playing. I then start screaming out for the baby to come here. He doesn’t come, so I figure I better go look for him. As I get up to go look for him I look down at him and unlatch him from my you know what. It still didn’t hit me. Then I figured it out! I’m nursing him!!!!!!!!!!

I did the same thing with my phone yesterday. I was talking on my cell phone and looking for my camera at the same time. The camera is on my cell phone!!!!!!!!!!!

 

WTH?

Marriage Is Hard Work…

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…and requires A LOT of patience!

Honestly, I don’t know how I do it…lol! Let’s take yesterday for example. I was invited to a party and everyone was to bring a dish. I was requested to have my Ethiopian helper make an Ethiopian dish of Chicken Doro with Injira. Injira is this sour round bread with holes…looks like a flat moon. Chicken Doro is this spicy dish made of Chicken and boiled eggs. I know…who would have imagined eggs and chicken?

The injira can be bought in a store, but these stores are known only to the select (Ethiopians), so my helper called her driver and told him to pick it up and bring it to me. I had to pay him to do this and also pay for enough injirah for everyone at the party. She then made  HUGE pot of Chicken Doro in one of those Ramadan/soup kitchen pots…that every Muslim home has. She used over a dozen eggs and a whole lot of Chicken.

I told my husband the food was for the party. I was not concerned that he would eat it because we had some plain chicken for him to eat because he can’t handle spicy food. Needless to say I was quite surprised to see him eating a plate of Chicken Doti. It was plenty so I didn’t mind. So when it was time to go to the party, I noticed that ALL my eggs were gone. SOMEBODY had methodically picked through my Chicken Doti and took out all the eggs! Over a DOZEN eggs!

I questioned my husband, because I knew my precious little ones had not done it. He laughed as if it were all good and admitted that he ate them all! He even had the audacity to brag about it! He told me how he thoroughly searched for each and every egg until they were all gone. I asked him why would he do that, he knew it was for a party. He said, “They were good.”

I didn’t even bother going to the party…

So now I’m stuck with this big pot of Chicken, that I can’t even give away. I asked the sister who requested it to come and get it because she has 10 kids and they could eat it all. I warned her that the eggs were all gone. She’s a no show. I called a neighbor and asked her to come get it, again I warned her that all the eggs were gone. She’s a no show. I told my husband that what he did was the equivalent of eating all the cheese off of a pizza!

Since nobody wants it and I can’t waste it, I boiled the last 6 eggs we had in the house. 6 eggs in that big pot is like a needle in a haystack, but I wanted MY EGGS! While letting the eggs cool off before peeling them to add to my Chicken Doro, I took the baby upstairs for a nap. Quite naturally I nursed us both to sleep. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to hook up my Chicken Doro with my eggs….THEY WERE ALL GONE!!!!!!!!

I knew my husband wasn’t guilty this time, he’s not that low down. I asked my 6 year old daughter if she knew what happened to my eggs. While gleefully skipping out of the house to play, she responds, “I took them outside to share with my friends”

Anybody want some eggless Chicken Doro?

I’ve Almost Calmed Down!

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Authoo Billahi Minash Shaytaanir Rajeem

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Subhanallah (said to glorify God), that worked ^^ mashaállah (said to express that God willed this)!

I am a little more settled. My blood feels like it it literally boiling, I am physically upset, heart racing, palpatations, queasy, adrenaline pumped, etc.

Why?

I over slept this morning. I actually slept right through fajr…astaurfirallah (asking for God’s forgiveness)! I usually start my day at fajr (the pre dawn prayer. 1st of ouf 5 of the Muslim’s daily obligatory prayers) and wake the girls up for school at 6am (if they did everything the night before – bath, packed bags, etc). Lately, I’ve only been getting 2-3 hours of sleep a night, because I get most of my work done after I’ve put them to sleep…and there is a lot of work to be done when trying to set up multiple streams of income online. My alarm on my clock doesn’t work and my husband uses the Alarm on his, so I use my cell phone as an alarm. After Adam emerged it in water and I paid a pretty penny for it to get fixed, the battery just hasn’t been the same. If anyone knows anything about Saudi then the should know that once something is out it’s out of stock for months! I can not find the battery for my Nokia N95. So even though it was fully charged when I went to sleep and I was to get up in only 2 hours, the battery died in my sleep. I woke up on my own at 6:57am. I was anxious from the minute I opened my eyes. I only woke up because the baby was tapping me to get up! I started screaming for the girls to get up, hurry up, letting them know we over slept. I was in frantic mode but not upset.

Until…

I called my husband! Right away he pissed me off! He said, “I knew I shouldn’t have answered my phone”. I told him, you can say no if you want I’m just asking you before I call the driver. He then said that i can’t take no for an answer. i said you never said NO! I haven’t even asked the question yet! He was upset that I even considered him an option when I could use a driver. I told him he is always the first choice and the driver is the option. If I send them with a driver I would go and would have to haul the boys with me, which would make them even later. School starts at 6:45am. He then went on to say that I’m up all night and sleepin in!  I KNEW he would find a way to try and bring shame or blame on me for doing my Entrepreneur thing. Sleeping in! I over slept ONE FRIGGIN TIME! He said, what about the other times they are late. I said that’s them missing the bus and it’s not my fault. I wake them up on time. He said they are kids so it is my fault if they are lolly dagging around or looking for something or any of the other countless things that can make a kid miss their bus! So now my adrenaline is pumped. I’m going off asking him why he has this NEED to ALWAYS place fault and blame on people, yet he ALWAYS wants others to make excuses for his UNACKNOWLEDGED short comings!

I hung up on him…

Then called back to say that I was not riding with them, that I was sending them alone with a driver. Don’t ask me why I said that. I wasn’t lying, I honestly at the time don’t know what I was thinking. So he said, don’t do this to him. TO HIM! He said to have the maid ride with them. I told him that she was sleep and doesn’t wake up until 9am. He was livid and said to wake her up. I knew she would have an attitude. She walks around with attitude all the time, but is a great cook and excellent maid. So I woke her up and told her it would only take a few minutes to go with the driver around the corner and back (they could walk but they have to cross a busy street with morning rush). She starts saying something to me too loud and in the wrong tone of voice and I snapped. All of the mais I’ve had got spoiled in my house, they get treated better than anyone in the house when it comes to me NOT snapping. Since my adrenaline was still pumped from dealing with my babies daddy, I went off. I told her that she gets more sleep then ANYBODY in the house and that I do not ask her for much and NEVER wake her up. I said if I need her to do something then I don’t need her attitude. She changed completedly after that. Got all soft spoken and acting like there was some misunderstanding. She knew I was right, because no maid sleeps until 9am! Most people’s day, especially maids start at fajr (currently 5am). She is the first one to go to sleep and the last one to get up. I haven’t complained because she gets her work done and I need my space. Technically, they are domestic help. They are not JUST maids. they usaually do everything but my maid has limited work. She cooks and cleans and I take care of my own kids. I should be sleeping in all day letting her get up in the mourning but if it’s hard for me to do it, hence hiring a maid, then why would I expect her to cook, clean, and take care of the kids!

So as soon as she left I was more pumped and anxious than I was after talking to my husband. I unconsciously started speed cleaning. When she got back she took over the cleaning but I was still physically upset and thought I would blog a rant or vent, which I usually avoid but I was so stressed.

It did not even occur to me to say authoo billah minash shaytaanir rajeem (the Prophet Muhammad -peace and blessing of Allah be upon him- advised one should seek refuge in Allah from the acursed satan/devil when agree and should verbalise this)  until I started to write this. It was just naturally the first thing I typed. I don’t know why it was not the first thing I uttered…astaurfirallah! I immediately started to calm done and now as I come to my conclusion I feel much better wa lilalilhamd (and all the praise is to God).

*After going back to include translation I am now calm and wondering what the big deal was. I’m convinced that shaytaan provoke the anger in a person. I’m still exhausted and my eyes are very heavy but my day has started now.

I Tried To Warn Him!

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My Boys in a Basket

While the girls were in school, I took the boys out with me to run errands (Adam has practically dropped out of preschool after paying both me and my husband’s arm and leg to send him). Ray-Ray fell asleep and I wanted to make him comfortable, so I bought a pillow for him. Of course Adam then wanted one (so I had to buy one for the girls too) and he wanted to lay down in the cart with it. i begged him to walk because i told him that i had a lot of groceries to get. He insisted on getting in. By the time I was heading to the check out line, he ewas crying and begging for me to let him out. He was literally buried in groceries and I told him that he had to wait till it was my turn at the register so that I could unload the cart. It was so funny I had to take a pic and blog about it! I wish it had occurred to me before I removed most of the stuff.

Oh don’t even act like you never bought clothes from the supermarket!

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