September 23rd, 2008 at 4:12 pm
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Salaam aleikum
Egentlig har jeg mye å si. Jeg bare orker ikke skrive så mye om dagen hehe. Sikkert fordi jeg er så redusert fram til iftar, mentalt sett hehe. Jeg er ikke sånn kjempesulten lenger på dagtid når jeg faster, men etter at jeg har kommet hjem, hentet Khadija og alt sånn, så er jeg bare helt mentalt dau. Jeg skal skrive litt og litt i Word etterhvert, og poste innimellom.
Really, I have so many ideas for posts on my blog, but I am so mentally tired until after iftar. After I have picked up Khadija from daycare, and sat down to relax, I am just so tired, mentally, and just want to relax. I will start writing some things in Word little by little, and post it, but I dont know when hehe.
September 21st, 2008 at 10:47 am
Posted By: Nabila
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Salaam aleikum
Nå har jeg byttet PC så ofte i det siste, stasjonær, til eee’en, så fikk vi opp en annen stasjonær, og så datt den sammen, og så fikset vi eee’en, og hver gang dette skjer, mister jeg passordet og kommer meg ikke inn her. Å få nytt passord via Wordpress er ikke så enkelt, for linken blir blokkert i WebMail hos Surftown… For ett par ganger siden byttet jeg passord, men kommer meg ikke inn alikevell, fra tid til annen. Nå er jeg inne igjen. For nå.
Har hodt på mye med swapping og brevskriving i det siste da hehe. Fikk en del fantastiske pakker her, i går fikk jeg en Whimsey Jar swap, en Whimsey er en liten ting, rusk og rask, rester eller hva man kan kalle det. Og en whimsey jar er en krukke full av sånne småting. Jeg skal ta bilder etterpå, men akkurat nå gidder jeg ikke hehe.
I am going and coming at the moment. I got computerissues, and keep getting logged out of my blog, and then I cant come back in so easilly. Its annoying, even though I now set the password to something I know, I cant do it easilly hehe.
I have been doing a lot of swapping recently. Yesterday I got a wonderfull Whimsey Jar, with one thing for each letter of the alphabeth. Soo avesome, I will post pictures after, I dont have time right now!
September 16th, 2008 at 10:06 am
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Jeg begynner med den eldste, og jobber meg nedover. Dvs, egentlig er vel farfaren min eldst, men han vet jeg nesten ingenting om, han døde da min far var ung, rundt 20 år gammel eller noe, så jeg har aldri hatt noe forhold til farfar. Så da starter jeg med morfar.
Min morfar var en rund, gammel mann. Han jobbet til han stupte, og drakk til han stupte. Han var en veldig snill mann, tror jeg. Jeg husker han ikke så godt, han døde da jeg var syv år gammel. Han var veldig glad i meg, det vet jeg, han var den første som toget inn på sykehuset da jeg var født, og han var alltid den første til å si ifra om at jeg gråt, frøs eller om det var noe annet, da jeg var baby.
Da jeg var to år gammel flyttet vi fra huset til mormor og morfar (heretter kalt mor og far, slik jeg kalte dem som barn), og ett stykke unna. Han forlangte ofte besøk, og jeg overnattet mye hos mor og far. Han satt ved kjøkkenvinduet og så meg leke ute i hagen. Han spiste sild og epler, husker jeg. Jeg husker egentlig ikke så mye av han, men noen ting husker jeg, men vet ikke om det bare er fordi jeg har blitt de fortalt, eller om det er fordi jeg virkelig husker det hehe.
En gang var vi på sirkus, mine besteforeldre, min mor, min bror og jeg. Bestefar var ikke noen mann som likte å gå så mye ut og sånn, men han gjorde det noen ganger. Jeg hadde også en onkel (kommer tilbake til det i en senere post) som bodde hjemme hos mor og far. Onkel var hjemme, vi andre var på sirkus. Så kom det skumle nummeret. Slangemannen som skulle inn i den lille boksen sin. Jeg var vettaskremt, jeg ble faktisk så redd at jeg tisset på meg. Min bestefar skar igjennom, og mente at min bror måtte følge meg opp til min onkel.
For i helsikke heller (fars uttrykk), de hadde betalt voksenbilletter, så de kunne ikke gå noen steder, men jeg og min bror hadde barnebilletter (eller jeg gikk sikkert gratis, jeg må ha vært rundt fire år eller noe), så da fikk jaggu han med billigste billettene følge meg hjem!
Min bestefar hadde ett fargerikt språk, og noe av det smittet av på meg. Jeg bante som en sjømann i ung alder. Noe av det kom sikkert fra min pappa også, det er ikke det, men han far var en god kar han og!
Han døde da jeg var syv år gammel, han hadde vel røykefot og lungekreft, tror jeg. Husker ikke helt. Men han var en veldig snill mann.
I will start with the oldest one in the family, and work my way down to the youngest. Well, my fathers father would be the oldest one, but I dont know anything about him, really, he died when my father was 20 years old or something, so I never really knew my fathers father. So I will start with my mothers father, my maternal grandfather. J
My grandfather was a round, old man. He worked until he dropped, and also drank until he dropped. I think he was a nice man, but I also heard he was not as nice hehe. I dont remember him so well, he died when I was 7. I know that he loved me so much, and he was the first one to enter the room in the hospital after my mom was awaken after the cecarian. He was the first to tell if I was crying, freezing or missing something, when I was a baby.
When I was two years old, we moved from my grandparents house, and a bit far away. My grandpa demanded a lot of visits, and I used to go there for sleepovers a lot. He used to sit by the kitchen window and watch me play out in the yard. He used to eat herrings and apples, I remember. I dont really remember much, but some things I do remember, but I dont know if I remember them only because people have repeat them so much to me, or because I really can remember hehe.
Once, we were at the circus, my grandparents, my mom, my brother and I. My grandpa was not a big fan of such things, but he did sometimes. I also had an uncle living in their home (will get back to him later inshaAllah). My uncle was home, we others were at the circus. Then came the scary act. The «Snakeman» was supposed to crawl into his little, tiny box. I was so scared, that I peed myself, and was crying bloody murder. My grandpa demanded that my brother should take me back to my uncle who was at home.
Because, «to the heck», he payed adult tickets for my mom, grandma and himself, so they were not going anywhere, but me and my brother had childrens tickets (or maybe I even went for free, I was small), so my brother had to bring me home, he was not waisting any adult tickets, thats for sure.
My grandpa had a colourfull language, and some of it rubbed of on me too. I was cussing like a sailor when I was small. Some of it sure came from my dad too, but everyone blamed grandpa!
He died when I was seven. He had «smoking-leg», lungcancer and whatnot. I dont really remember. But he was a good man.
September 16th, 2008 at 9:23 am
Posted By: Nabila
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Salaam aleikum
Ny PC, nytt alt, mistet selvsagt passordet, og fant ikke mailen med passordet i. Å få tilsendt ny mail med nytt passord, var ikke så enkelt, skal du tro. Men nå har jeg fått det fikset igjen, og det viser seg at jeg bytta jo faktisk passord sist jeg mista passordet, og bare stavet det feil når jeg skulle logge inn igjen *fnis*
Skal begynne å skrive litt om min familie og min arv, for å si det slik.
New (or old, but new to me) computer, lost everything, lost passwords… I could not log in for days, and to get a new mail with a new password, was not as easy as I thought, as the link to the new password-thingie did not work. Gaah. Well, Alhamdulillah, I am back again now, it turns out I just misspelled the password *lol*
I will start bloging about my family, bits and pieces of my family history hehe.
September 12th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
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This is a translation of one of my older posts, but i thought it might be a good place to start now that I am all bilingual and fancy hehe.
The definition of a “practising muslim, is very vague and very much differing from who you are asking.Some people would say only bearded men with short pants would fit the description, while others are more on the line of “as long as you pray, fast and go to the masjid on occasions, you are a practicing Muslim.
What my opionon is, I don’t really know. I am a bit tempted to think that the inner, and invisible, counts more than the outer, even though things like hijab and beard is obligatory, and I feel that its a bit pointless without hijab in many ways, because the “hijab in my heart” is not relly my thing. If you got it in your heart, it should not be a problem to put it on. Of course, there might be situations that makes it impossible to wear it, and trust me, I do understand that, reasons can be physical or emotionally. But at the same time, I don’t think ones Imaan (Faith) can really be strong enough, if you choose to leave out a part so big and important as the hijab. Of course things like establishing prayer, get a good relation to fasting, learning to give sadakah and zakat to the needy, is more important. Some find “fatwas” from people playing scholars, saying that you don’t need hijab in the west, or to draw it even further, hijab is “from the middle ages, Arabic tradition and nothing from Islam”, you name it, Hijab has been called the most!
When you cling to wear fatwas like that, with little or no reference to Quran nor Hadith, more or less, is that not a symbol of ones own nafs (ego)? Is that not choosing the easiest solution, because you in your self is so weak that you can not do something Allah ask you to, something that should be so easy to do for a Muslim. Once you have faith in your heart, it should stay there.
The word hijab can be changed with prayer, fasting, beard, or whatever, really. You hold on to fatwas saying “you are not a kafir if you ont pray”. But the truth is hard and tough, if you deny the prayer, you deny Allah. If you do not pray out of laziness, there are different opinions on that, ofcourse, and the door of Tawbah is always open, and Allah is the Forgiving One.
The reason why I started to think about this at all, is that I sometimes visit a site called “MuslimSpace”, which is supposed to be us cybermuslims answer to MySpace. You have to fill out a profile, and mention some things about yourself, like age or whatever, and then also if you are “practicing muslim” or not, and I see tht many, pecially girls (or, it is more visible on girls, I guess…) have a very vague relation to wht it means to be “a practicing muslim”. I am not talking those who plays muhajabah, with a hijab-light or whatever, also known as “Muhajababes”, but girls totally lacking hijab, and not only lacking the hijab on their head, but basic knowledge about islamic Adaab (rules for behaviour). With sexy picks, highighting eyes, mouth, boobs and vaistsline. Their profile says “Practicing muslim Alhamdulillah”, so whats up with the picture then? It does not fit!
Okay, ones islam is not hanging on a piece of clothing, people might say. And a girl without hijab can be better, more practicing, more praying, do more volountary fast during the year, give and share what she got with the needy, while a girl with hijab might not do any of those things. Yees, I am fully aware of the fact that there are hypocrites. But there are also hypocrites the other way around too. Is it not hipocracy in itself when you have the “hijab in your heart”, when you KNOW that hijab is obligatory in islam, and that you really do not have a reason to not wear it.
Its kind of like “yeah yeah, I got the T-shirt in my heart, so I can just let it all hang out, because it is more convenient”.
I could of course mention many other examples too, it does not have to be hijab! I might seem a bit hung up on the hijab, but its not really like that. At the same time, hijab is actually what most of all identify us as Muslims, especially out amongst the kuffar, and also among each others, most of all. But we see the other actions and attitudes between us, clearer than the kuffar would do.
There is also those (both genders included), who advertise themselves as “Practising muslims” and then leaves blogposts where they talk about things they have done, haram they did, or have pictures disclosing their sins. The list is endless, for that matter. Not that I am judging anyone, but when you see things, its no longer judging, it is stating the truth.
I do not think it is arrogance when you talk about a “hijab-wearing girl on the danish national soccer team for youngsters” and someone asks “Where is the hijab”, because what she was wearing, did not satisfy any of the islamic demands to a hijab. It is an open question, to show that you do not necessarily agree with that little joke of a hijab. Someone called for a national hijab-campaign, for the correct hijab. But sadly, people could not agree about what the correct hijab IS, even, so it all went down the drain. At the same time, it is sad that what will be normal will be the fancy-pancy hijab, or “hijab”, with flowers and stash, this makes things harder for those who really try to wear the correct hijab. Those will hear that “Why are you not wearing those small hijabs, why do you have to wear that big 110 x 110 cm hijab? Why not wear those small caps, will the kuffar say… Then you can get a job at our place…
The part of arrogance, pride and judging, is hard. Khibr, is the arabic expression. It is a kind of mix between them all, I think. I think it is laying rooted in us all, the need to sometimes feel “a little better than the rest of us”. Even if we dont do it to be mean, I don’t mean to be mean. I just want to make a point. We all have those moments, but InshaAllah, they will pass on hehe.
September 12th, 2008 at 5:53 pm
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Salaam aleikum
Det er det det går i, i dag. Mammaaaa, kor e’ ungane henne? Ungene er hos faren, og Khadija savner dem. Det er litt slitsomt den første dagen de er hos faren. Det er merkelig, for sier jeg at “De er hos Jeanette” eller “De er på trening”, så er alt helt okay, og ikke noe mre mas, men sier jeg at “de er hos pappaen sin”, så spør hun igjen etterpå igjen. Noen ganger sier hun det selv, at “De er hos lillebroren sin” (de har to brødre hos faren), men spør alikevell igjen etterpå hehe.
Det jeg har gjort de siste dagene, er å komme meg litt “up to date” på swappingen, brevvennene mine og alt det der, og så er jeg ikke helt frisk heller. Tantebesøk med forviklinger. Dvs, tanta har tatt med seg hele slekta i tillegg, tror jeg.
Salaam aleikum.
Todays big question is “where are the kids, mama”… The two oldest went to their daddy today, for the first time since early august, because he was away for a month. It is a bit tiring the first day they go to him, because she always asks about them. It is strange, because if I say that “They went to Jeanette” or “They are at football”, then everything is just fine, and no more nagging. But if I say that “They went to their daddy”, she asks again soon after… Sometimes she says that “They are with their little brother” (they have two brothers at their fathers place), but still she asks again later…
What I have been doing lately, is to get more up to date on my swapping, penpalling and all that, and besides, I dont feel really well either. Got “auntie” here, and she brought her whole family too, I think… I was also thinking to translate some of my old posts into English, to be more readable for those who follows me, to get to know me better, and to understand my stands on different islamic questions etc.
September 9th, 2008 at 7:57 am
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Salaam aleikum
JEg har fått totalt blogger-sperre tror jeg hehe. PCen har klappet sammen, og jeg bruker min lille Asus eee, og den inspirerer ikke til så mye skriving at det gjør noe hehe. Den er så liten, tastene sitter så nærme, og noen ganger så floker alt seg bare til. Har vært så opptatt de siste dagene også, at jeg har ikke følt meg så kommunikativ heller. Helgen gikk med til regnskap og atter regnskap, og nå er jeg helt pumpet hehe…
Jeg har en del vanlige blogginnlegg på trappene da, driver og skriver litt i Word innimellom slagene om litt andre tema enn Ramadan, så jeg tror jeg kommer tilbake til det etterhvert, og så forsøker jeg noen korte blogger innimellom, om dagene mine i Ramadan. Jeg er rett og slett sliten. Nå er Khadija syk og, igjen, hun har fått skikkelig influensa, har masse feber og vondt i halsen, så jeg er hjemme i dag, og muligens også i morgen, om ikke vi bytter, og gubben blir hjemme i morgen.
I feel like I am having a bloger-block hehe. I just dont want to write. My stationery computer collapsed the other day, and I am using this tiny Asus eee, and it does not inspire me to write at all hehe. It is so tiny, the buttons so close, and sometimes the mouse goes haywire. I have been so busy lately too, the weekend was all about accounting and then some accounting, and now I am all dead hehe.
I have some regular blogposts, not Ramadan-related, on its way, and I think I will do them too in two languages. I will do some brief Ramadan posts now and then, but I am just not feeling to well. Khadija got a flue, and she is home from daycare atleast today and tomorrow, but maybe I am not home tomorrow, will see what Hubby can do…
September 7th, 2008 at 8:58 am
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Fastet fr 0513 til 2029.
Frokost: noen skiver med sucuk (some slices of bread with sucuk)
Iftar: Hamburgere, frittert cheddar-ost og fromasj og gulab jamun til dessert (burgers, fried cheese, fromage and gulab jamun for dessert).
Salaam aleikum
Yupp, another days lag… Jeg er litt sløv, men det er fordi jeg ikke har hatt Asus’en hjemme hehe… Jeg blir så sliten av å sitte ved den stasjonære PCen på pinnestol om dagen. Ikke har jeg noe særlig attentionspan heller. i går gikk vi i tillegg og la oss tidlig. Altså, den 6. Ramadan hehe. Blogger ikke i nåtid i dag.
Reiste på Storcash da, og hadde en koslig tur. Jaktet på kontaktpapir, men ikke noen har det. Fikk hijabene fra Hong Kong (via Ebay) i går, men gadd ikke hente de, tar det over helgen. Venter og ser om jeg må hente hijabene fra Danmark også først, så slipper jeg to turer ned på Posten. Det er langt nok hehe… Og så MÅ jeg huske å betale domenet hehe…
Jeg har så mye småbøker hjemme som jeg tenkte at jeg skulle begynne å lese, men jeg kommer liksom aldri inn i det. På PCen leser jeg en bok om Ramadan, lastet ned fra www.kalamullah.com, og det er interessant, kommer nok noen små utdrag fra boken straks, må bare få lagt inn Windows på den stasjonære, sånn at jeg kan gjøre ting slik jeg er vant til hehe.
I am a bit lazy, and I admit it. But its because I did not have the Asus eee at home, the tiny one hehe. It makes me tired to sit by the PC on a wooden chair all day. And I dont have much attentionspan now a days either. We even went to bed early yesterday, and thats not like us. So early that I woke up again and sat here until midnight hehe…
We went to a kind of discount store then, and had a lovely trip with lovely sisters. Hunted for some scrapping-supplies, but could not find any. Got the hijabs I bought on Ebay, but will not pick them up until later, I will wait until monday to see if the Danish hijabs arrive then. Its far enough to go to the postoffice, so I rather do one, than two trips. Oh, and I HAVE TO pay the domain lol.
I have so many small books at home that I should start to read, but I just am not in the reading mode. I downloaded a book from www.kalamullah.com about Ramadan, and its interresting enough, so as soon as I get Windows, I will post some bts and pieces.
I just need Windows on the stationery computer! Hubby says he will fix it now hehe.
September 5th, 2008 at 4:43 pm
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Fastet fra: 0509 til 20.30 (må sjekke opp det)
Frokost: Ehm, dro en Aisha S. (Pulled an Aisha S. read blog to understand hehe)
Iftar: Pøøøølser i brød. Og en pose med rett i koppen først da. (sausage in bread, and a small bag of soup) Og litt snacks i kveld, har noe maamoul (sånne daddelkaker), litt godteri og litt forskjellig (I also got some cakes (mamoul) some candy and soda)
Phew for en dag. Våknet i ørska halv seks. Ingen av oss hadde hørt klokken, dvs, min mann hadde hørt den, men skulle bare strekke seg liiitt først… Dette er altså å “dra en Aisha S.” ett internt begrep som ble innført i Ramadan i fjor eller forfjor, om oss som ikke klarer å komme oss opp i tide. Så det blir en laang dag. Det er enda over tre timer til jeg kan spise hehe. Laget pølser til ungene nå, og det lukter gooodt.
Vi reiste inn til byen i dag da, jeg og gubben, og handlet litt på innvandrerbutikken. Lette egentlig etter Nigelafrø, men det hadde de ikke på den butikken vi handler på, og butikken ved siden av var stengt. Den butikken som var stengt, skal ha fått hijaber, men jeg fikk ikke sett de. Må jo vite hva jeg evnt skal konkurrere mot hehehe, når jeg inshaAllah en dag får inn noe hijaber og khimarer.
Jeg venter inn noen hijaber fra Danmark da, som jeg skal videresende, så da har jeg noe å holde meg opptatt med på mandag, regner jeg med, de kommer vel i posten i morgen eller mandag inshaAllah.
Phew what a day. Woke up dizzy and all at 5,30. Nobody heard the alarm. Or that is, my husband heard it, but he was just going to strech a liiitle first hehe. This is to “pull an Aisha S.”, named after a sister who overslept in Ramadan last year or the year before. Its internal hehe, but we all laughed when she posted about it. Its gonna be a long day. More than three hours to go hehe. I made some sausages for the kids now, and it smells sooo nice.
We went to town today, hubby and I, to the arabic stores. We were looking for Nigelaseeds, but they did not have them at the store we use to shop at, and the other store was closed, maybe he did not reach back from Jummuah hehehe… I heard they sell hijabs at that store, and I was curious to see them, because I want to know my competition hehe, when I InshaAllah one day get some hijabs, khimars and stuff to sell hehe.
I am waiting some hijabs from Denmark, that I will send further to others, so atleast I will have something to keep me busy on monday hehe, I guess they will arrive tomorrow or monday, inshaAllah.
September 5th, 2008 at 1:12 pm
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Fastet fra: Tja, trekk fra noen minutter på i går
Frokost: En hamburger og vann (a hamburger and water)
Middag: Tja, noe kylling i peanøttsuppe, vet ikke helt hva jeg skal kalle det hehe, med couscous til. (Chicken in peanutsoup, couscous and some salad)
Jadda, jeg lagger. Men dagens blogginnlegg ble skrevet (den norske delen) i går kveld i Word, men jeg har bare ikke lagt den inn før nå.
Dagen i dag har vært ganske lang. Skulle begynne å samle spørsmål om Ramadan, men da jeg kom hjem på ettermiddagen, var jeg ganske så sliten, og orket ikke så mye. Jeg laget mat, og vi spiste i det gubben kom inn døren hehe, stakkaren var på kundebesøk til sent på kvelden i går.
Jeg har ikke kommet riktig inn i bloggermodus i år, tror jeg hehe. Jeg var så flink i fjor å komme med informasjon om fasten og alt det der, men i år har jeg rett og slett ikke orket finne fram noe. Delvis fordi det meste ble sagt i fjor hehe, men delvis fordi jeg rett og slett ikke har ork til å sitte og oversette noe.
Jeg skal prøve litt i morgen inshaAllah! Nå skal jeg legge meg… Vi har ikke mere Lost å se, så hva er da vitsen med å være oppe hehehe.
Today was a LONG day. I was going to start collecting questions on Ramadan, but when I got home in the afternoon, I was dead tired and did not want to do anything. I made food, and we ate the moment my husband came trough the door, more or less, he had customers until it was past 8 o’clock.
I havent come in the bloging-modus yet this year, I think. I was so good last year to come with information about fasting and all that, but this year, I havent been up to finding anything. Partially because most was said last year hehe, but also partially because I dont have the energy to sit still and translate things.
I will try tomorrow inshaAllah. Now I am going to bed. We dont have more Lost to see, so what is the point in being up