Thursday, 12 November 2015

I Knew.

"I know knew him" -Unknown



Sometimes, I'll go back and read over old diary entries (or old blog posts) and I'll cringe. Could I really have thought that? Did I really write that?! Who is that person? I don't recognise the sentiments articulated nor the mindset that bore them. That's not a confession of schizophrenia or dissociative identity disorder (though I'm not ruling them out), but it is a recognition of how rapidly and acutely we humans change. Every single day, we are evolving (or devolving in some unfortunate cases!), so much so, that we eventually, inevitably become completely different people.

I was thinking out loud about this the other day, (as you do when folding washing), and I came to the conclusion that all of us have the tendency to be unfairly and irrationally harsh in the way that we regard the people that we have known in our lives. That girl that used to criticise your appearance in year 9 no longer exists, or at least, the person she was at that point in time no longer exists. The current version of herself may not bear an inkling of resemblance to that horrible person. So by choosing to condemn her to the category of 'bitch' is not only harsh but in all likelihood, unequivocally incorrect.

Same goes for your ex-partner. Gulp. Yes, it is easier to relegate them to the two-dimensional 'dh' basket, with every terrible descriptor you can conjure. Yes, that may have been accurate when you knew them. That may even be an honest representation of your memory of them. But, you cannot use those descriptors now, much as you'd like to. That person is entirely foreign to you, and meeting them would be effectively meeting a whole new person.

That's not to say that people should not be held to account for the things that they said or did in the past, of course they should. That also does not invalidate any residual pain or trauma one may feel as a consequence of those past actions and words. But seeking accountability (whether it comes or not!) should not depend upon a fixed, out-dated perception of the transgressor/s, nor should it necessitate permanent despise.

The point I'm trying to make is that we should avoid rigidity in our opinions of others, that we ought to acknowledge the ever-changing nature of man, and be open to competing perceptions and opinions should they arise. It's actually thoroughly liberating to let go of those ghosts from our past; by accepting their (and our own) transience, and maintaining the space for alternative versions to form.

 

Monday, 29 June 2015

June Poetry Slam

So in case anyone is remotely interested in spoken word poetry (it can be quite spectacular, actually!),  my eldest daughter and her best buddy will hopefully be performing at tomorrow's Bankstown Poetry Slam (I say hopefully, because due to its overwhelming popularity, they have now taken to drawing performers' names from a hat, so it's the luck of the draw quite literally).
 
If you've never had the privilege of attending a slam, this one comes highly recommended:
 
 
 
Hope to see some familiar faces there!

 

The Lines Mean Something


Thursday, 25 June 2015

That's Healthy!




 
 
I've got some very exciting news to share. I've ventured into the world of business with a dear friend of mine. Never in a thousand years could I have envisaged myself as an entrepreneur, but here I am, three months into it, and I couldn't be more chuffed.
 
So what is this new business of mine? Well, its an online store, specialising in bespoke organic, eco and natural gift hampers for all occasions.  We tailor hampers to suit all tastes and budgets and can cater for religious and dietary requirements, ensuring that all segments of the community are catered for sensitively and thoughtfully. There's even a 'shop' for those who want to buy individual products rather than gifts.

 
It hasn't been easy, far from it,  but the steep learning curve has been well worth it as far as I'm concerned. The fun part is having creative control and getting to sample lots of quality organic products. I've met a lot of people in the industry already and most have been super helpful and very supportive. Best of all, I'm creating beautiful earth conscious gifts that I'd like to receive myself, and that's pretty satisfying.
 
So, a plug if I may.
 
Our website is www.thatshealthy.com.au. We are growing the website almost daily, so do pop in every now and then to see our expanding range. We've just introduced some savoury hampers, on the behest of some wonderful customers' suggestions.
 
Do drop by and let me know what you think!
 
 




 

Saturday, 20 June 2015

Ataynaka bil faqri

Nasheed # 2: Ataynaka bil faqri

My mother is a joyous person, and one of her efforts to impart joy is to fill silence with music. This nasheed was one of a number of nasheeds my mother would sing to me as a child. She'd sing it when she was putting us to bed, she'd sing it when she was doing the housework, she'd sing it in her stereo-less mini cooper, on our car journeys to and from anywhere. We loved that car because the best memories were made in it. So this one is in honour of her...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLhTf-Bonms

Thursday, 18 June 2015

A is for Allah

Nasheed #1: A is for Allah - By Yusuf Islam (formerly Cat Stevens)

This nasheed (Islamic song) was one I learnt as a child, and have been singing ever since. I had the privilege of performing it before Yusuf Islam himself as a teen, on one of his trips to Australia. It was simultaneously a daunting and exhilarating experience, one that I still remember as though it happened only yesterday.

I sang it as a lullaby to my baby cousin Hannah, when I was staying with her family in Ohio, USA.

I sang it, and still do sing it, as a lullaby to my own children.

It's a great Islamic way of teaching children the Arabic alphabet.

I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as we do.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-L-GOHa5-YQ

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Welcome Ramadan!






I'm so glad to be welcoming the blessed month of Ramadan. It will be, God-willing, a much needed pick-me-up, a recharge of the spiritual battery, so to speak. It's been one hell of a journey since it last visited; let's just say, it couldn't have come soon enough.
 
Every year, I make some sort of resolution or commitment for the month. Last year, it was to read the entire Quran. This year, I would like to add to that the following:
 
  • To post only positive things on social media, things that will promote spirituality and connectedness
  • To show more patience when dealing with my family - less criticism, more praise
  • To bite my tongue, even when I desperately don't want to - to choose silence over engaging in conflict
  • To learn a new hadith, supplication or verse every week
  • To share joy through nasheed - to share my favourite nasheeds on this blog, daily if possible
  • To facilitate taraweeh prayers for my children
  • To avoid overcooking/wasting food - more modest iftars in line with the true spirit of Ramadan
  • To plan a beautiful Eid for my family, one that they will remember always.
 
Perhaps these resolutions will endure, forming new, healthy habits and routines. I do hope so.
 
Ramadan Mubarak to any and all who may read this post, Muslim or not. My heartfelt wishes for a blessed and meaningful month for you and yours. Ameen.

Monday, 23 February 2015

Yesterday





Yesterday was one of those days.

You know, the days when you feel, for the most part, detached from your life and the world, like an outside observer, looking in at an unfamiliar stage production, only to find that you are cast, unwittingly, in a role you have no idea about.

It renders everything meaningless, unintelligible, surreal. It can be panic-inducing, the kind of panic that also creeps up on you upon deep-gaping-hole-gazing.

It comes on quite suddenly. Yesterday, it was while I sat on the floor of one of my boys rooms, readying myself to read to Mr Two. Suddenly and from nowhere, I was looking in on myself and wondering what the point of all of this was - the reading, the sitting, the reorganizing of the bookshelf for the millionth time... and then I was a stranger.

It's quite frightening actually, to be at once consciously removed and physically present. The consciousness feels far more at home when it is synchronized with its physical body. It doesn't like being misaligned. It's very disorienting.

I try to 'snap out of it', grounding myself in the task at hand, distracting myself into lucidity. Usually, it requires a quick reminder to myself of my children's utter dependence and reliance on me; it jolts me into 'you are needed' mode, the only mode that seems to have a strong enough signal to register in these circumstances.  It helped, but bedtime couldn't come soon enough.

I'm hoping for a more real day today.

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Nothing much at all really

It's past 11pm, and I've only just sat down for the day. To say it has been a busy day would be doing an injustice to every other day. It's always busy. Busy is the status quo. Perhaps a better choice of word might be 'full'. My days are full, brimming with activity.

A random list of SOME of the things I've done today (no need to read - noting the length will be equally effective in conveying intended meaning):

shared my bed with a sleep-dancing 2-year-old
ironed three uniforms
dressed three boys
prepared breakfast for said boys
drove children to school
met with teacher for 30 mins
mediated morning fights between children
stacked and unstacked dishwasher x3
washed half a dozen pots
tidied kitchen
cleaned stovetop
washed, hung out and collected 4 loads of washing
folded countless items of clothing
vacuumed
Tidied my room
cleaned 3 toilets
cleaned 2 bathrooms
entertained 2 yr old
made interesting breakfast and lunch for 2 yr old
supervised him eating
picked daughter up from work
Picked children up from school
oversaw and assisted in homework x3
bathed and showered 3 boys
Put 2 boys to bed
Tended to countless snack/drink requests
Drove to mum's to laminate boys assignment...


Highlights:


Being bought coffee and lemon meringue tart by Wafa
Empathy and support from Raneem
Mohamad apologizing with a big bear hug
Thomas taking ownership of his persuasive text
Eamonn forgiving my short fuse
Jacob's excitement at having a positive comment in his school diary
"I love you to the moon and the clouds and your neck" - Taj
Sean keeping me company on the drive to mum's

My doc says I need to stay focused on the positives, to count my blessings and be kind to myself. She says that I need 'me' time daily... I guess this counts as me time, right? She also says that it is a credit to me that I haven't lost my mind completely already. That she thinks I am still sane and coherent is reassuring if nothing else. I do wonder sometimes.

It's been an eye-opener, these last few months. Whilst I've not yet mastered the art of calming a racing mind, I'm aware that I need to. I've also learned a lot about friendship and its various expressions. There have been some surprises there- alhamdulilah for those people who can express it in any weather.

If only I can put the fact that I wasn't able to take Mohamad to the gym today out of my mind....


 

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Darkness


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I thought I knew darkness
It was as familiar as the air
Or the back of my eyelids
Or the combination of neurons that are those memories.
I thought I understood it
Well enough to control it.
Well enough to shelve it when it got too dark.
I thought I was strong enough
To withstand it
To ride with it in the passenger seat
‘There’s enough space for both of us’ -
There wasn’t.
There isn’t.
I had no idea
That darkness has no hue
That it cannot be fully known
That that combination of neurons is only the tipping point
That I do not understand it
I cannot control it or shelve it or withstand it
And riding with it is not a safe or viable option
Not even as the driver.