Oh, the joys of waiting in line for 2 hours, having blood drawn and being yelled, yes yelled at and herded like cattle from one point to the next. What a glorious way to spend one's morning. Where is this at you ask? Ahhh, the local Medical Office where one has to go through prison situation rigors to be approved for a visa. Now, don't get me wrong, I am happy and thankful that I have the opportunity to get a visa and this was a one time (Insha Allah) appointment. It actually reminds me now, thinking back, to when I was in the Army, many years ago, and we had weekend drills. The difference here is the people, prodding, yelling and bossing are Muslim and as I am standing in line to get my chest X-rayed, after having to strip from my hijab and wear a hospital gown, I am thinking, "Would the Prophet (SAWS) have put people through this?" I know the Sahaba suffered, that we can't even fathom what they went through and it really makes me realize how weak I REALLY am and how the systems ran by man are so imperfect and even unfeeling. Am I venting? Maybe a bit, more than a bit? I am still thankful to be here and I hope the humiliation of this day was worth it, Insha Allah. Did I mention to take money with you? Yes, I learned this today. What was I thinking, going without cash? Everywhere has an ATM right? Uh, no. So when my turn FINALLY is over at the first window, before they begin the battery of tests I am told it costs 100 riyals which is the equivalent of around $30. Do you take the card? No. But I can go to the 'patrol' station and get cash. Okay, as she points around the building. And so I begin to walk. Where do I go? Uh, yeah, to the men's side, not knowing any better and feeling my heart squeezed in frustration and embarrassment as the men are looking at why this woman is on our side of the building! Felt like vomiting at this point. So I ask security where is the 'patrol' station, he points around to the side of the building and says not one here, you have to walk to the PETROL station. Oooooh, now the light goes on. How far is the Petrol Station? About 1/2 a mile away, along the freeway, my driver has left until I call to come back and so I am hiking along the freeway in about 100 degree weather in ALL black to the Petrol Station to get my blankety blank $$$!
As cars are whizzing by and honking, men yelling out the window at the woman on the side of the road by herself, walking, I again, want to vomit. Insha Allah, this will all be worth it at some point. So get the cash go back give it to the lady and the TESTS begin...
I already explained those and when I am finished I am thinking of my 4 daughters, will they have to go through this I ask a woman? Alhamdullilah, no, just bring the passports and you will be stamped in your book and they dont even have to come. Alhamdullilah. I am wondering is it like this in every country, this procedure? I know they are trying to protect the people in the country from outside diseases and other matters, but sheesh its made so much harder than it has to be. Why do us humans have to complicate every aspect of life? I am thinking of a word here, oh yeah, Qadar. I know tie your camel, take the precautions...
Ok, so I finally get done and the driver decided that it takes too long at the Medical Clinic so he dropped me at the beginning and tells me to call when I am done. I am DONE! And another hour for him to drive back and come pick me up as I sit outside in the wonderful heat of the day. Alhamdullilah, I make it home and it feels like I have been gone for an entire week! Did I mention that I had to get up at 5am? And got back around 11:30? Sigh, I am home now, so thankful that that was supposed to be a one time ordeal and to see my children so happy that mommy is home and experiences like this make you so appreciative of the confines of your home and how much we take our time and freedom(s) for granted...
Not complaining, just sharing an experience.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Eid in Qatar and things that seem out of place...
Alhamdullilah, we have been granted another Ramadaan and Eid. Not knowing what to expect this year, being in a TOTALLY different environment than usual and not knowing anyone except for the immediate family here proved an interesting Eid. I used to think that rushing to prayer in the US by 8 or 8:30 am was so hard. Not anymore!!! We had to BE at the prayer bright and early by 5:45 with 7 children in tow. Let's just say...we didn't quite make it. We made it, but definately not on time!!! One of my children, and I won't say which, but anyone who knows me well will probably figure it out, would not get out of bed and when she did she was NOT happy and did not cooperate one bit. We wrestled to get out the door, she had a major fashion malfunction that caused her to scream all the way to the prayer and all the way back. Pausing just long enough when we arrived, got out of the car, found a spot in the dirt, yes the dirt and then promptly went back to the car. We missed the prayer, we missed the Khutbah, Alhamdullilah. I'm thinking for some crazy reason we were going to pray at the masjid that is literally 5 minutes from our house, no, no, no. We had to drive 15 minutes like maniacs to a stadium which was, Alhamdullilah, already full and so, we briefly sat in the end of the parking lot in the dirt. I am by no means complaining, it was actually quite humbling for I am used to praying the Eid prayer indoors, whether it be a masjid, a rollerskating rink, or an alliant center. It made me think of the Prophet (SAWS) and how sometimes it would rain and how he would pray in the mud, bowing into sujood, with no carpet, his beloved head resting on the ground. I kind of think of it as Eid, Bedouin style, if that is an okay phrase to use.
So, back into the car, more screaming until we get home and out of the dress that was so cute and yet so uncomfortable, still dont know exactly what the malfunction, but it must a been a doozy because sister girl screamed like a firetruck! And that was that, really. We were all so tired we all went back to bed and nobody got up until afternoon to open their gift, play, eat and yup, that was Eid at our house this year, Alhamdullilah!
So, I had to go experience some experiences before I could blog about what I have experienced. Along my way, I found some interesting things that, well, just dont seem right here. If you look at the pic of the cute little bonnet, called "Lusty Bunny" ok.... well that just didnt seem right to me, until I actually looked up the word and realized my gutter mind needed to expand a bit. It means more than what I was thinking, Alhamdullilah, it can also mean, joyous, or boistorous (sp) and that was a lot better than what I had on my mind! Which makes me feel so much better because this bonnet is obviously for a baby and the store we were in at the time is owned by a Muslim who is supposed to be good, Masha Allah, and they were playing Quran over the loudspeaker the whole time we were there. Lusty, just doesnt seem right for a child's item, just me maybe? Another here which I found kind of contrary to Muslim society in general is the "Virgin" records stores huge signs pasted outside of the malls. I can just hear little Arabic speaking children saying to their lovely ummi's (mothers) what is 'virgin' ummi?
Ok, and my daughter takes on Qatari boys!!!
Yes, within 2 days of being here, my lovely daughter A has established herself in our 'hood' as the girl not to mess with. It seems as though some naughty boys who live nearby were not so nice to our cousin and my dear, dear daughter A, was not having it and took on all 3 at once! Spitting, kicking, hitting and throwing dirt at them to keep the good name and protection of her male cousin. When the boys see me outside we were talking about the kittens which had been born on the street that we were worried about. The boys hear I am talking english and say, "Oh, you are A's mother?" "Shatara A (shatara means 'good girl'), she is like a boy, uh?" She is standing to the side smiling sheepishly looking at me. At the time I don't know why they say this to me, but later I found out the scenario and yup, yup, my girl has earned her name in the mean streets of our Qatar neighborhood! Alhamdullilah. Which when I think of mean streets, I think of ghetto and when I think of ghetto I think of how in America when you see shopping carts astray you generally know things are a changing in a neighborhood or particular stores. Can we say "Ghetto in Qatar?" Well, lets just say that in the malls here there are grocery stores and people take the shopping carts from the major grocery stores to the posh stores in the mall. So, you will see, (OK, I admit it, I have done it too here) someone in a store that sells like $3000.00 dresses with a Carrefour shopping cart with kids inside which by the way, no seat belts in the shopping carts here, people! And by the way I remember posting that yogurt by any other name is still yogurt. Excuse me while I stand corrected, I see major brand name food items here that taste NOTHING like what they taste like in American. Same company, same name, whole different, inferior taste. And it costs more just because it has that name on it! Just doesn't seem right!?!
Ok, not complaining, just experiencing and enjoying the ride. Ohhh, what a ride...
So, back into the car, more screaming until we get home and out of the dress that was so cute and yet so uncomfortable, still dont know exactly what the malfunction, but it must a been a doozy because sister girl screamed like a firetruck! And that was that, really. We were all so tired we all went back to bed and nobody got up until afternoon to open their gift, play, eat and yup, that was Eid at our house this year, Alhamdullilah!
So, I had to go experience some experiences before I could blog about what I have experienced. Along my way, I found some interesting things that, well, just dont seem right here. If you look at the pic of the cute little bonnet, called "Lusty Bunny" ok.... well that just didnt seem right to me, until I actually looked up the word and realized my gutter mind needed to expand a bit. It means more than what I was thinking, Alhamdullilah, it can also mean, joyous, or boistorous (sp) and that was a lot better than what I had on my mind! Which makes me feel so much better because this bonnet is obviously for a baby and the store we were in at the time is owned by a Muslim who is supposed to be good, Masha Allah, and they were playing Quran over the loudspeaker the whole time we were there. Lusty, just doesnt seem right for a child's item, just me maybe? Another here which I found kind of contrary to Muslim society in general is the "Virgin" records stores huge signs pasted outside of the malls. I can just hear little Arabic speaking children saying to their lovely ummi's (mothers) what is 'virgin' ummi?
Ok, and my daughter takes on Qatari boys!!!
Yes, within 2 days of being here, my lovely daughter A has established herself in our 'hood' as the girl not to mess with. It seems as though some naughty boys who live nearby were not so nice to our cousin and my dear, dear daughter A, was not having it and took on all 3 at once! Spitting, kicking, hitting and throwing dirt at them to keep the good name and protection of her male cousin. When the boys see me outside we were talking about the kittens which had been born on the street that we were worried about. The boys hear I am talking english and say, "Oh, you are A's mother?" "Shatara A (shatara means 'good girl'), she is like a boy, uh?" She is standing to the side smiling sheepishly looking at me. At the time I don't know why they say this to me, but later I found out the scenario and yup, yup, my girl has earned her name in the mean streets of our Qatar neighborhood! Alhamdullilah. Which when I think of mean streets, I think of ghetto and when I think of ghetto I think of how in America when you see shopping carts astray you generally know things are a changing in a neighborhood or particular stores. Can we say "Ghetto in Qatar?" Well, lets just say that in the malls here there are grocery stores and people take the shopping carts from the major grocery stores to the posh stores in the mall. So, you will see, (OK, I admit it, I have done it too here) someone in a store that sells like $3000.00 dresses with a Carrefour shopping cart with kids inside which by the way, no seat belts in the shopping carts here, people! And by the way I remember posting that yogurt by any other name is still yogurt. Excuse me while I stand corrected, I see major brand name food items here that taste NOTHING like what they taste like in American. Same company, same name, whole different, inferior taste. And it costs more just because it has that name on it! Just doesn't seem right!?!
Ok, not complaining, just experiencing and enjoying the ride. Ohhh, what a ride...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Ahhh, the Mall(s) and Ramez
As Salaam Alaikum my dear sisters~ I hope this finds you all in the best of health and eeman. So, I decided to just make a blog about being a Muslimah who by the Qadr of Allah was born in America and is now living here, in Qatar. Would you like to join me? My observations, my attempts, my learning lessons and good ol' rantings and ravings while trying to live in another country for The Sake of Allah? Well, if you would, come along now and I will try to share with you what goes on around me in between poopie diapers, screaming and crying, and good old fashion mayhem with 4 girls hanging on my abaya! Let us start at (probably not the best place) but the place where you almost HAVE to go, to go to the grocery store, THE MALL...
I'm going to, Insha Allah, break this down into categories, because yes, there is that much I took into my brain while out on I think 4 different exercions. Anyone who knows me, knows that I spend a lot of time when I was in America, in the car. AArgh, hated it!!! But, necessity to some extent with physical therapy, swimming therapy, dr.'s appointments and grocery shopping. I am so happy to report that thus far I have been out only about 4 or 5 times which I think is pretty good for approximately 3 weeks, considering I would usually go out that many times in one week in America!!! It is very nice here for one reason, if you dont want to go out you dont necessarily have too, need milk? Call the driver. Need bread? Call the driver (which by the way in our case his name is Muhammad) LOVIN' IT!!! Not having to absolutely tow 4 girls to the store for some yogurt? Yahhh!!!
Ok, so went to the mall 1. For groceries and 2. for Eid gifts.
Ok, when in AMreeca, I always wondered why they would always put the grocery store right next to the mall but not IN the mall. Really annoying when you realized you just ran out of wipes or diapers and you have to walk about 2 blocks outside in the parking lot to get to a store. Not here my friend!!! Some savvy business person rationalized, mall-store, store-mall. This person, in my opinion deserves some medal or something for this ease to the women. So here Carrefour is the WALMART of stores which is in the mall. Most things in ARabic and French, thats ok, food is food and yogurt by another name is still yogurt, right? While it takes me a little longer right now to find what I want, I am getting used to it. Have to convert everything in my unmathmatical brain from dollars to riyals, but its good for my brain I just divide or times 3 depending what I am trying to figure out and have an approximate which works for me.
Now, I will get into categories. Categories? Yes, because I have so many different observations in this short amount of time here thats what it will take me to remember what I want to say. So, if you want or have time, get coffee or tea, as you like and lets go to the mall/store and see what goes on!!! If you dont want to continue, delete and no hard feelings, eh?
POLITENESS IN THE STORES
REally doesnt exist amongst patrons, so dont expect it. In the old USA, (not as much anymore though) I would, even being covered and being the terrorist I am told that I look like, I would still get a 'excuse me' or pardon me'. Uhh, not here honey. Totally away from what my understanding of Islamic Etiquette is, but ok, maybe its just a given(?) I don't know, whatever. So ya, no niceties, except with the majority of employees--hold on here_-- GIVE YOU CUSTOMER SERVICE!!! CAn you believe it? I am 'madame' and in a lot of stores they will follow you to either hold or take your items up front for you. At first I was like, lady, why are you following me? Then when she offered to take my potential purchases to the register for me I almost hugged her! Alright, works for me. Another thing that is nice, you can kind of tell which owners may be religious by the silence (thats right, no blaring music!!!) in the store. I was actually in CArrefour and they were playing Ahmad Bakhtir, Dont let me go. rEally, I almost started crying, Nasheed in the store? Not Madonna? ALHAMDULLILAH!!! Actually, the girls and I were a shoe store here called "shoe citi" and a woman actually said, 'excuse me' ! You could of knocked me over with a feather!!! I felt like hugging her and kissing her, but she probably wouldnt have appreciated that too much, so I responded and smiled sooo big, only to realize that we were both wearing niqab and she couldn't see me smiling.
NANNY NANNY NANNY
As we are walkimg I see husband and wife strolling nonchalantly together, looking at whatever catches their attention in the store windows... with a caravan of strollers and children behind them. When I ask my MIL about this she explains to me that many families have 4 to 5 children at least and that for each child there is a nanny. Wha? Yes, it would be nice to walk calmly and socialize with my husband without constant interruption, but a nanny for each child? I guess if you got the money and dont mind someone else doing your work, well ok then... I personally couldn't do it, but that's just me...
ALL ARAB OR QATARI MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN PLEASE BEND OVER
While these major corporations in the US are crying about not having enough money are charging at a minimum double what we pay in the states for the same merchandise or knock off similars and the people are paying it just because it is 'western'. Ok, I know they dont have to buy it, but come on, its insulting to see the people taken advantage of in this way just because these corps. know the majority have money here so they are going to screw them out of as much of it as they can! It makes me think of The Prophet (SAWS) and his honesty in everything, but also in his business and how this rizq from Allah helped Khadija's business grow.
THE CAMEL'S HUMPS
And as we are out, and I am covered, black is better here. You don't see too much color with Abaya and some things I had purchased before coming that would have been totally acceptable in the states I wouldnt dare leave the house in here. So yes, I feel TOTALLY COMFORTABLE going out here. I flow into the sea of black abayas smoothly and function without a second glance, which is so refreshing and wonderful. As we are walking I notice that we are almost totally surrounded by what looks like the humps on a camel's back and immediately remember that this is one of the minor signs of the approaching Day of Judgement. They are everywhere!!!
BUMPER TO BUMPER
And a car wreck at every outing. Seriously, no seriously, I am thinking about sticking with a driver. I see plenty of women driving here and admire their braveness. I mean, I used to drive a taxi for crying out loud! Lived and drove in Boston and California, but I am sorry, they really really do not compare to what is called driving here. My BIL says they love 3 things in Qatar, roundabouts, making driving rules and then breaking driving rules. The rule is there are no rules and you GO!!! So if you have some road rage issues come on over my friend you will have plenty of people to go the rounds with here. My MIL told me that after the war the soldiers brought their wives and children here and, their families and so on so what once was maybe 10 cars on the road in a whole trip is like 10 cars passing you to get out of your driveway!
THE BRITISH ARE COMING AND YAHOOD AND EVERYONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER
Still trying to understand Why there is a Hardee's and Mcd's a mile from our house!? I mean, the food is soooo incredibly good here and you want to eat Hardee;s? I know there are a lot of Brits that come here to work, and Americans, but we have the yahood major restaraunts here buying not so great food and then they turn around and use the Muslims money to kill the Muslims? Somethin somethin somethin just ain;t right... we got Chili's, Fridays, DQ,Starbi---'s, oops, I mean Starbucks.. The infultration has begun.
and finally
SPIDERMAN AT THE MALL
Yes, I think I actually saw the real Spiderman at the mall. Did I tell you that I have an adorable 3 year old nephew here who LOVES Spiderman? Yes, he is 3. I want to make sure that you know that he is 3 and LOOOOVES him some Spiderman. Ok, so we are at the mall taking one of the girls to the bathroom for what seemed like the bizillionth time and out of the corner of my eye I see Spiderman. Confident, Swaggering up to the barista bar to get his coffee on. I didnt like look him but I caught a glimpse of him and made an immediate assessment that he knew he was the coolest guy in the place, that all onlookers eyes were on him because...he had on a leather coat with Spiderman on the back!!! A 20 or something year old with Spiderman on the back of his leather jacket. I chuckled to myself as we walked by thinking about my own son and how he wouldnt be caught ANYWHERE in a Spiderman jacket of ANY KIND. Ok, to each his own. So, as we have finished our shopping and going out to meet the driver something bright and unusual catches my eye in a row of motorcycles...Can you guess what it is? A SPIDERMAN MOTORCYCLE. Now, who do you think that belonged too? I am sorry, I could just hear the pick up line "Hey baby, want to come hang out a my place for awhile?" Ok, I know, sooo cheezy, but I couldn't help it...
Ok, done for now, its late and my littlest ones are finally asleep at 1 am! Yeah, not getting the sleep thing back on track AT ALL!!! BUt Alhamdullilah we are here and I am not complaining, I am finding out new things -like how to make a phone call= and just wanted to share with my girlies back in Sac and Mad what it is like for me, to live in a Muslim Country, Alhamdullilah!
I'm going to, Insha Allah, break this down into categories, because yes, there is that much I took into my brain while out on I think 4 different exercions. Anyone who knows me, knows that I spend a lot of time when I was in America, in the car. AArgh, hated it!!! But, necessity to some extent with physical therapy, swimming therapy, dr.'s appointments and grocery shopping. I am so happy to report that thus far I have been out only about 4 or 5 times which I think is pretty good for approximately 3 weeks, considering I would usually go out that many times in one week in America!!! It is very nice here for one reason, if you dont want to go out you dont necessarily have too, need milk? Call the driver. Need bread? Call the driver (which by the way in our case his name is Muhammad) LOVIN' IT!!! Not having to absolutely tow 4 girls to the store for some yogurt? Yahhh!!!
Ok, so went to the mall 1. For groceries and 2. for Eid gifts.
Ok, when in AMreeca, I always wondered why they would always put the grocery store right next to the mall but not IN the mall. Really annoying when you realized you just ran out of wipes or diapers and you have to walk about 2 blocks outside in the parking lot to get to a store. Not here my friend!!! Some savvy business person rationalized, mall-store, store-mall. This person, in my opinion deserves some medal or something for this ease to the women. So here Carrefour is the WALMART of stores which is in the mall. Most things in ARabic and French, thats ok, food is food and yogurt by another name is still yogurt, right? While it takes me a little longer right now to find what I want, I am getting used to it. Have to convert everything in my unmathmatical brain from dollars to riyals, but its good for my brain I just divide or times 3 depending what I am trying to figure out and have an approximate which works for me.
Now, I will get into categories. Categories? Yes, because I have so many different observations in this short amount of time here thats what it will take me to remember what I want to say. So, if you want or have time, get coffee or tea, as you like and lets go to the mall/store and see what goes on!!! If you dont want to continue, delete and no hard feelings, eh?
POLITENESS IN THE STORES
REally doesnt exist amongst patrons, so dont expect it. In the old USA, (not as much anymore though) I would, even being covered and being the terrorist I am told that I look like, I would still get a 'excuse me' or pardon me'. Uhh, not here honey. Totally away from what my understanding of Islamic Etiquette is, but ok, maybe its just a given(?) I don't know, whatever. So ya, no niceties, except with the majority of employees--hold on here_-- GIVE YOU CUSTOMER SERVICE!!! CAn you believe it? I am 'madame' and in a lot of stores they will follow you to either hold or take your items up front for you. At first I was like, lady, why are you following me? Then when she offered to take my potential purchases to the register for me I almost hugged her! Alright, works for me. Another thing that is nice, you can kind of tell which owners may be religious by the silence (thats right, no blaring music!!!) in the store. I was actually in CArrefour and they were playing Ahmad Bakhtir, Dont let me go. rEally, I almost started crying, Nasheed in the store? Not Madonna? ALHAMDULLILAH!!! Actually, the girls and I were a shoe store here called "shoe citi" and a woman actually said, 'excuse me' ! You could of knocked me over with a feather!!! I felt like hugging her and kissing her, but she probably wouldnt have appreciated that too much, so I responded and smiled sooo big, only to realize that we were both wearing niqab and she couldn't see me smiling.
NANNY NANNY NANNY
As we are walkimg I see husband and wife strolling nonchalantly together, looking at whatever catches their attention in the store windows... with a caravan of strollers and children behind them. When I ask my MIL about this she explains to me that many families have 4 to 5 children at least and that for each child there is a nanny. Wha? Yes, it would be nice to walk calmly and socialize with my husband without constant interruption, but a nanny for each child? I guess if you got the money and dont mind someone else doing your work, well ok then... I personally couldn't do it, but that's just me...
ALL ARAB OR QATARI MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN PLEASE BEND OVER
While these major corporations in the US are crying about not having enough money are charging at a minimum double what we pay in the states for the same merchandise or knock off similars and the people are paying it just because it is 'western'. Ok, I know they dont have to buy it, but come on, its insulting to see the people taken advantage of in this way just because these corps. know the majority have money here so they are going to screw them out of as much of it as they can! It makes me think of The Prophet (SAWS) and his honesty in everything, but also in his business and how this rizq from Allah helped Khadija's business grow.
THE CAMEL'S HUMPS
And as we are out, and I am covered, black is better here. You don't see too much color with Abaya and some things I had purchased before coming that would have been totally acceptable in the states I wouldnt dare leave the house in here. So yes, I feel TOTALLY COMFORTABLE going out here. I flow into the sea of black abayas smoothly and function without a second glance, which is so refreshing and wonderful. As we are walking I notice that we are almost totally surrounded by what looks like the humps on a camel's back and immediately remember that this is one of the minor signs of the approaching Day of Judgement. They are everywhere!!!
BUMPER TO BUMPER
And a car wreck at every outing. Seriously, no seriously, I am thinking about sticking with a driver. I see plenty of women driving here and admire their braveness. I mean, I used to drive a taxi for crying out loud! Lived and drove in Boston and California, but I am sorry, they really really do not compare to what is called driving here. My BIL says they love 3 things in Qatar, roundabouts, making driving rules and then breaking driving rules. The rule is there are no rules and you GO!!! So if you have some road rage issues come on over my friend you will have plenty of people to go the rounds with here. My MIL told me that after the war the soldiers brought their wives and children here and, their families and so on so what once was maybe 10 cars on the road in a whole trip is like 10 cars passing you to get out of your driveway!
THE BRITISH ARE COMING AND YAHOOD AND EVERYONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER
Still trying to understand Why there is a Hardee's and Mcd's a mile from our house!? I mean, the food is soooo incredibly good here and you want to eat Hardee;s? I know there are a lot of Brits that come here to work, and Americans, but we have the yahood major restaraunts here buying not so great food and then they turn around and use the Muslims money to kill the Muslims? Somethin somethin somethin just ain;t right... we got Chili's, Fridays, DQ,Starbi---'s, oops, I mean Starbucks.. The infultration has begun.
and finally
SPIDERMAN AT THE MALL
Yes, I think I actually saw the real Spiderman at the mall. Did I tell you that I have an adorable 3 year old nephew here who LOVES Spiderman? Yes, he is 3. I want to make sure that you know that he is 3 and LOOOOVES him some Spiderman. Ok, so we are at the mall taking one of the girls to the bathroom for what seemed like the bizillionth time and out of the corner of my eye I see Spiderman. Confident, Swaggering up to the barista bar to get his coffee on. I didnt like look him but I caught a glimpse of him and made an immediate assessment that he knew he was the coolest guy in the place, that all onlookers eyes were on him because...he had on a leather coat with Spiderman on the back!!! A 20 or something year old with Spiderman on the back of his leather jacket. I chuckled to myself as we walked by thinking about my own son and how he wouldnt be caught ANYWHERE in a Spiderman jacket of ANY KIND. Ok, to each his own. So, as we have finished our shopping and going out to meet the driver something bright and unusual catches my eye in a row of motorcycles...Can you guess what it is? A SPIDERMAN MOTORCYCLE. Now, who do you think that belonged too? I am sorry, I could just hear the pick up line "Hey baby, want to come hang out a my place for awhile?" Ok, I know, sooo cheezy, but I couldn't help it...
Ok, done for now, its late and my littlest ones are finally asleep at 1 am! Yeah, not getting the sleep thing back on track AT ALL!!! BUt Alhamdullilah we are here and I am not complaining, I am finding out new things -like how to make a phone call= and just wanted to share with my girlies back in Sac and Mad what it is like for me, to live in a Muslim Country, Alhamdullilah!
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