Friday moment



Friday moment

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember



Well school

Is finally out for summer. Insha’allah we have around 3 months of lazy, late breakfasts (well 2 actually when you take out Ramadan). Days when everything except salat can be pushed back a little and it’s not the end of the world if it’s running behind schedule. Leisurely sunny afternoons, plenty of dust removal and so far a little frenzied chasing after rogue grillos (cockroaches).
And though school is out and the summer stretches before us, I don’t have much in the way of plans yet. I want to get a new paddling pool for the little one to cool off in during Ramadan. I want to plan some activities for the older ones to help them through their fasting days and gain some benefit through the blessed month. The school year doesn’t leave much space for extra learning and activities do the long summer is the ideal time to catch up. Some Quran, some stories of prophets and sahaba. It’s really way past the time when their English needs improving. So I want to try and combine the two together.
We have two school reports in both very good masha’allah with an achievement certificate and a gift for ds 4 and ds 11.
Let’s hope for good reports from the rest of my brood to carry on the good start to summer. Anyone else have plans?





A few photos

from our 4 hour drive to the village where my husbands sister lives. I pretty much took pictures the whole way there and back. It was kind of a luxurious drive, just me and the dh, the two youngest and my 11 year old. 

She lives in a village in the mountains around the region of  ‘Sour al ghozlane’ , her you will find most of the men, wearing North african turbans and through the winter months the heavy, rough wool, ‘kashabiya’. The people are much more traditional then the in the capitol. Old values and hospitality stay strong with them. In the surrounding villages you will still find families that don’t send their daughters to high school, after primary that’s it! They are kept home, along with their traditional manners and innocence. You will find a whole different personality. Though of course, these girls have a right to be educated. there is also something special and timeless about them. Without the corruption of modernity traditional morals are kept alive. An arguement for home schooling maybe?

Of course mixed in with this tradition there is also plenty of signs of change, the girls are breaking out the dreaded skinny jeans, the head scarves getting smaller and the make up, that a girl would never once dreamed of applying outside of a womens party are now common sights.

We enjoy the odd, few days taken out to visit this region. The kids roam freely around the village, fish in the river in spring, ride donkeys in winter and chase chicken around anytime of the year. In summer it is oppresively hot, flies try to take over and with no air conditioning its not much of a pleasure. In winter it is the opposite, extremely cold, snow is common , strong cold winds that remind me of home. And spring is the best. Good temperatures, the country side turns to a beautiful green instead of a burnt brown yellow and wild flowers are every where. Wild spinach grows everywhere as does ‘gurnina’ with just looks like a prickly weed from the surface, but provides a tasty root which is actually pretty delicious!