Friday, November 26, 2004

Unforgettable

An Eid to remember

By Qadijah S.Irshad
Special to Gulf News
Four families in the UAE talk about their most memorable day

Reem Obaidat
Unesco Chair for Women and Media, Dubai Women’s College
“I am the eldest in my family and at that time I had two younger brothers. In Jordan in the 1970s, people had big families — seven and eight children was quite normal.
“I wanted a sister most in my life. I used to be so sad because I didn’t have one. I would always wonder what it would be like to exchange clothes and go to the hairdressers when we grew up. I was really affected by the fact that I didn’t have a sister,” says Reem.
“I was also a lonely child. Both my parents were politicians and had busy lives. Even at 10, I was largely responsible for our home and my little brothers, and not having a sister to share things with was very painful.
“I remember clearly. It was the night before Eid, and my mother who was pregnant had been working hard that day, cleaning, washing clothes and getting the house in order. One of our neighbours had come to borrow something and when my mother went to the kitchen to get it, she started shivering.
“So she simply sat down and said, ‘I’m going to have the baby’, then went calmly and started packing her bag and called my father.”
Fifteen minutes later Reem’s greatest dream came true when her father called in to say, ‘Reem, we just had Mayy’, the name she had chosen if the baby was a girl.
“I still remember the elation I felt that day,” recalls Reem. We lived on the fourth floor and I ran down the steps like crazy, knocking on all our neighbours’ doors, screaming “Mayy has arrived! Mayy has arrived!
“We spent the whole of that Eid in hospital, and to this day, it has been the most special one because it brought a special person into our world.”


Zahra Khamissa
For Zahra Khamissa, a 14-year-old Canadian living in Dubai, her “best Eid ever” was the one spent with her grandparents and cousins in Canada the first time after coming to Dubai.
“We’ve always spent Eid at my (paternal) grandparents’ house and throughout my life it has always been a special time. It was one of the things I missed most after coming to Dubai,” says Zahra.
“As far back as I can remember, every Eid has been special to me, but I value this one so much more, probably because we’re apart now, and we all missed celebrating it together,” she says.
For her grandparents, although the rest of the family’s there, there would always be that one empty chair.
“My cousins would email me every year and say ‘we missed you so much, and we were looking at your chair and crying…’” she adds.
Zahra reminisces, “Eid is always a big family affair in Canada. We would gather with my uncles and all my cousins at my grandma’s place. She has this really big house and no matter what happens, we would have dinner there.
“Last year, when I woke up at my grandma’s on Eid, I had this really special feeling. After the Eid prayers I was hugging all the people I missed so much. We went out visiting friends as usual then, but had to be back by 4pm in time for dinner, which would always be shrimps followed by rice pudding, a traditional family meal.
“Afterwards we’d go back and take pictures. That year we took so many of them. And usually the family would always separate — the boys, the girls and the adults — and how we talked and talked that day.”
About Dubai, she says, “We have some really good friends here, and as Muslims, Eid is a special time. You can celebrate it with anyone you like, but there’s nothing like spending it with your family.”

Kassali Mohammad
Kassali Mohammad is from a typical close-knit South Indian family. Having grown up in the village of Pudupatti in Tamil Nadu, Eid had always been an affair to remember each year, with the whole village getting together to celebrate.
But with the sons and daughters growing up and moving out of India, the 45-member family assembling together for a traditional Eid back home was a sporadic event, until three years back.
“That year, I went back to my village to celebrate Eid after 10 years. That year, in 2001, we planned in advance a celebration back home with the entire family — uncles, nieces, nephews and grandchildren.
“It remains one of the most memorable days of my life. I met relatives I hadn’t seen for years. My daughter met aunts, uncles and cousins she had never met before. Little children I knew had grown up and got married.
"Faces had changed, many new members were added in the family, but the best thing was to see that the bond that keeps our family strong had remained constant,” remembers Kassali Mohammad.
He adds, “Before we went, there was much planning to make sure that our people from all over the world would be able to make it at the same time. I remember the day before Eid and on the Eid day itself we talked into the night and didn’t sleep a wink. There was so much catching up to do.
"So many stories to be exchanged, happy ones, sad ones… and of course reliving the past… It was absolutely wonderful. And on the day of the Eid, after the prayers, we all visited old classmates and the rest of the village. It was truly a festival to remember and I will treasure it all my life.”

Naseem Mohammad Rafee
Naseem Mohammed Rafee, a UAE national, has spent many of her Eids in different countries, but the one she holds closest to her heart is the one spent in Malaysia last year.
“I had the most wonderful time of life,” says Naseem.
“We went to Malaysia on the 29th day of Ramadan, and it was the first time I had gone to another country during the day of fasting so it was quite an interesting experience to actually watch Eid unfold.
“I think it was especially wonderful because it was a Muslim country. I’m sure in other countries — I’ve been to Greece and Turkey as well — people respect our culture, but Eid is just another day. But in Malaysia, it was so festive and so different from the Eid celebrations here in the UAE,” she says.
She explains, “What struck me special about this country, and quite different from Muscat and Kuwait on Eid, was its people. They were amazingly friendly and so hospitable.
For instance almost all the staff at the hotel we were staying insisted that we join them in the Eid celebration because we didn’t have any family there. And everywhere we went, rich or poor, people would say Salaam Alaiekum and Eid Mubarak.
“That Eid had so many highlights, but one of the things I thoroughly enjoyed was shopping at Times Square, while my husband and daughter Shirin, stood around impatiently.
"We had our lunch at 6pm that day because of the incredible queues. Then of course dinner at the revolving restaurant at the Twin Towers — for which we got a table after much trouble because we hadn’t booked in advance.
“On the second day of Eid we went to Gentings Highland — one of the most beautiful places, where I was literally surrounded by the clouds.
"While at the entertainment park there, it suddenly started raining, it was actually a thunder storm, and I was the only crazy person who didn’t carry an umbrella — that was wonderful. We had so much fun. That’s one place I’d love to spend Eid again.”

The first time I sat on a plane

I
was
sooooooooooooo
excited
and
happy
=

I was soooooooooooooo excited and happy

It was the first time I sat in an aeroplane...I was very scared too.
When we sat in the plane we got window seats so that we could see outside and I remember the airhostess was very suprised that all our names started with R

When the pilot started, i was so surprised that he started reading the dua for travel!

There were little ''computers'' on our seats which were actually tv screens , although I didnt undrstand why they put them there. There was already so much outside the window to see.

And there were ''microphones'' there as well...we could listen to Quran if we wanted to,
We got bags and in the bags were tooth brushes,toothpastes,caps and a lot of things which I cannot still remember...then we got snacks and a meal. It was really yummmmmmmmmy

The worst part was that my little brother got scared and he started yelling soooooo much in the plane and we had to call a doctor to see him!

My first school

was called happy hours

yaani

was called *Happy Hours*

We used to have a great time!
My teacher's name was Ms.N, she was the sweetest teacher in the world and her lessons were very interesting though we didn't study like in study- study, u know?

When it was nature -lesson,we used to collect caterpillars, worms,spiders and bugs.
We used to have art tooooo often-my favorite subject- we had a real easel and four-five paint-pots.

And then comes snack time--we used to have a feast! I remember we had a green colored tumbler and me and my friend used to try having it for our drinks.

We had a story time too,Ms.N used to read story bo0oks for us. I had a big story book called The Jungle book and once Miss N read out a part of that in the school.

Then when I was big enough to be in K-G,Umma sent me alone to another school.This was big with hundereds of girls rushing around. But I really missed my first school for a long time even when I started going there!

A message in code

Assalaamu'alaykum
wa
rahmatullaahi
wa
barakaatuhu

This is a message in code. I wonder if anyone who reads the blog will find out what it means?

:) hehhe

Rasha

Erase Memory

Scientists debate a new question: Is every memory worth keeping?

After reading that, I mentally flicked open an album...[since I have a photographic memory and remember the past in excruciating detail:)]
Out of all the baggage I carry, which memories could I jettison?

memories of pain...nail-in-the-sole-at-age-5-and-subsequent-painful-tetanus-jab?

memories of hurt ...best-friend-in-junior-school-not-talking-to-me-alone-at-lunchtime-too-miserable-to-eat?

memories of shame ...too-embarrassingly-personal-to-recount?

memories of betrayal ...too-painful-to-remember-without-a-wince-even-years-later?

memories of loneliness ...a-feeling-of strangeness-overriding-everything-shared-in-common-with-other-earthlings?

What are we if not a sum total of our memories...good and bad?

Where would we be if we willingly erased portions of our life?

What would we see when we ran the rewind?

What would we laugh at and why would we cry?

Friday, November 19, 2004

Between Hope and Fear

Bismillaah.

Some years ago, this month, a son was born to me.

We named him what we aspired he would be: Rightly Guided.

When I held him in my arms for the first time, I did not see him: a chubby pink bundle wrapped in a towel, staring at me with unblinking eyes.

I saw a boy in exam week: baggy, faded blue jeans, white sweatshirt [don't ask me why] and brown stubble studying by the light of a tablelamp, while I plied him with hot coffee and cocoa so that he stayed awake and studied some more.

I saw a young man towering over me, his arm protective over my shoulders, standing in our garden and laughing as he recounted something of his day.

I saw a man who would be a husband and father, and bring me a daughter-in-law and grandkids for whom I would deftly embroider embarrassing maternal memories with hyperbole..."You know when your husband/father was three once he ..."

I saw an imaam who would wear scented white clothes to prayer and recite Allaah's Book and live his life in the pattern of Allaah's Messenger.

I think what I saw was Hope.

Yet, today when I read of dogs eating the dead bodies of children in Iraq, I feel Fear.


7- اللّهُـمَّ أَسْـلَمْتُ نَفْـسي إِلَـيْكَ، وَفَوَّضْـتُ أَمْـري إِلَـيْكَ، وَوَجَّـهْتُ وَجْـهي إِلَـيْكَ، وَأَلْـجَـاْتُ ظَهـري إِلَـيْكَ، رَغْبَـةً وَرَهْـبَةً إِلَـيْكَ، لا مَلْجَـأَ وَلا مَنْـجـا مِنْـكَ إِلاّ إِلَـيْكَ، آمَنْـتُ بِكِتـابِكَ الّـذي أَنْزَلْـتَ وَبِنَبِـيِّـكَ الّـذي أَرْسَلْـت . [البخاري مع الفتح 11/113 ومسلم 4/2081]

Allahumma aslamtu nafsee ilayk, wafawwadtu amree ilayk, wawajjahtu wajhee ilayk, wa-alja/tu thahree ilayk, raghbatan warahbatan ilayk, la maljaa wala manja minka illa ilayk, amantu bikitabikal-lathee anzalt, wabinabiyyikal-lathee arsalt.

‘O Allah, I submit my soul unto You, and I entrust my affair unto You, and I turn my face towards You, and I totally rely on You, in hope and fear of You. Verily there is no refuge nor safe haven from You except with You.
I believe in Your Book which You have revealed and in Your Prophet whom You have sent.’


Thursday, November 18, 2004

What to say and How to say it

"The Companions of the Messenger of Allah, may Allah
bless him [and his House] and give them peace, used to say to
each other when they meet on the day of `Id: Taqabbala Allahu
minna wa mink (May Allah accept from us, and from you)."

Muhammad ibn Ziyad, said, "I was with Abu Umamah
al-Bahili, and others of the Companions of the Prophet, may
Allah bless him [and his House] and give them peace. They
used--when they return from the `Id--to say to each other:
Taqabbala Allahu minna wa minkum (May Allah accept
from us, and from you)."
And Ahmad said, "The isnad of the hadith of Abu Umamah is
isnad-jayyid."

It should be emphasized that the Sunnah (the Prophet's Way) is to be
established by The Qur'an or the authentic Hadith (hadith-s) only.
Since it has not been established by The Qur'an or authentic hadith-s that
the Prophet, may Allah bless him and his House and give them peace,
himself used or approved of an `Id-greeting, then it is not established as
a sunnah (a Prophet's practice). Therefore it is not a specifically
prescribed or specifically recommended religious practice.
Then, according to the authenticated athar-s, the Companions' way of
`Id-greeting is:

transliteration: taqabbal Allah minna wa minkum.
pronunciation: taqabbala Llaahu minnaa wa minkum.
translation: may Allah accept from us, and from you.
meaning: may Allah accept the good deeds from us, and from you.

Note: In Arabic "minka" (from you) is used for one male, "minki" for
one female, "minkuma" for two regardless of gender, "minkum" for more
than two including at least one male, and "minkunna" for more than two
females not including any male. Here, for simplicity, "minkum" could be
used for all.

=== Other `Id-greetings ===
`Id mubarak.
`Iidun mubaarak.
blessed festival.


`Id sa`id.
`Iidun sa`iid.
happy festival.


taqabbal Allah ta`atakum.
taqabbala Llaahu taa`aatakum.
may Allah accept your obedient-deeds.


kul `am wa antum bi-khayr.
kulu `aamin wa antumu bi-khayr.
may every year [to come, come] and you are in good [conditions].

kul sanah wa antum tayyibin.
kulu sanatin wa antumu tayyibiin.
may every year [to come, come] and you are good
.


kul sanah wa antum salimin.
kul sanatin wa antumu saalimiin.
may every year [to come, come] and you are well.

And Allah knows best, and success is truly from Allah Most High.

taken from an article by A k r a m Y. S a f a d i [Northwestern University, Evanston, IL, USA]
a-safadi@nwu.edu

Jazaahullaahu khayr

The Nicest Part of Eid

........ was

halwiyaat

yumm...mmmmmmmmmmmmmm :)))
more mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

M*i*n*a*l a*a*i*d*e*e*n/M*i*n*a*l f*a*a*i*z*e*e*n

Rida
........ was

henna flowers that turned dark red

pink clothes which I chose for myself

jingling bracelet with stars and bells on it (which Umma allowed me for the first time)

visting Hagar and Huda and other friends

E*i*d S*a*e*e*d to everyone

Rasha


The Best part of Eid...

...was the sound of Allaaaaaaaaahu Akbar Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahu Akbar

الله أكبر الله أكبر لا إله إلا الله
Laaaaaaaa ilaaha illaa Allaah

Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaahu Akbar Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahu Akbar

Wa lillaah alhamd

الله أكبر الله أكبر وللإله ا لحمد
from masjids everywhere mingling with the early morning chill

Friday, November 12, 2004

Hyperparents for Harvard

Pregnant? Start Preparing Your Fetus for Harvard Now!
Dave Barry

So my wife and I went to this meeting at our daughter’s preschool. The purpose was to give us helpful information about our kindergarten options.

Let me just say, as a parent:

AIEEEEEEEEEEE.

Centuries ago, when I was a small hairless preschool child in Armonk, N.Y., kindergarten was simple. When you turned 5, you enrolled in Wampus Elementary and attended Miss Gregory’s kindergarten class, where you made hideous refrigerator art from construction paper and paste. There were no other curriculum options, unless you count the option of, when Miss Gregory was not looking, eating the paste.

I honestly thought it would be pretty much the same thing for our daughter.

I mean, we live near an elementary school. It has a kindergarten. I figured Sophie would attend kindergarten there. I was an idiot.

It turns out that this is not about kindergarten at all. This is about LIFE. And when I say “life,” I of course mean, “Harvard.” You need to get your child into the right kindergarten program, so that she can get into the right elementary-school program, without which she cannot get into the right middle-school program, without which she can’t get into the right high-school program, which means SHE WILL NOT GET INTO HARVARD BECAUSE YOU FLUSHED HER LIFE DOWN THE TOILET BY PICKING THE WRONG KINDERGARTEN WHEN SHE WAS 5 YEARS OLD YOU WORTHLESS UNCARING PARENTAL SCUM. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: “That’s ridiculous! You can’t wait until your child is 5 years old to start thinking about Harvard! You have to start MUCH sooner!”

This is true. In certain places, by which I mean Manhattan Island, serious parents start obsessing about Harvard before their child is, technically, born. They spend their evenings shouting the algebraic equations in the general direction of the womb so the child will have an edge during the intensely competitive process of applying for New York City’s exclusive private preschools — yes, PREschools — where tuition can run — and I am not making this figure up — well over $15,000 a year. If you’re wondering how on earth a preschool can get away with charging that kind of money, the answer is three words: really delicious paste.

But seriously, the question is: Why are these parents willing to go to such extremes, and spend so much money, to get a child into a certain nursery school? The answer is: They’re insane.

No, that’s unfair. They’re simply people who want their children to have every possible academic advantage so they can get into Harvard, which admits only extremely high achievers, which a lot of the time means students whose parents have driven themselves insane.

But it’s not their fault! It’s Harvard’s fault! Harvard could do this nation a great service by changing its admission policies. Imagine if, instead of accepting a typical applicant who is class president AND valedictorian AND star athlete AND active in community affairs, Harvard started selecting applicants based on, say, their ability to burp the theme song from “Gilligan’s Island.” Wouldn’t that be wonderful? Wouldn’t that cause these Harvard-crazed hyperparents to chill out and allow their kids to just be kids?

No, it would not. It would create a huge demand for burping tutors. But getting back to our kindergarten meeting: We went in there naively thinking we were going to find out how to enroll our daughter in our local kindergarten. Instead, we spent 90 minutes finding out that we had all these options: Did we want our daughter to be in a magnet program? What kind? International studies? Math and science? Performing arts? How about a charter school? Or maybe a gifted program? And should it be integrated gifted? Or pullout gifted? Or learning disabled? Or learning disabled gifted?

And what about private school? These options, and many more, were explained to us by two nice, knowledgeable, thoughtful people with long experience in the local schools. They urged us to visit different schools and ask many questions before making our kindergarten decision. They stressed that every child is different and there is no right answer. I think I speak for every parent in the room when I say that I came out of there truly believing that, whatever choice we ended up making for our daughter, it would somehow be wrong and she would NOT GET INTO HARVARD.

After the meeting, we went home and relieved the babysitter. Our daughter was wearing her Ariel the Mermaid outfit. She is deeply into being a mermaid. If there were a gifted mermaid magnet kindergarten program, that would be her first choice. And, for that matter, mine. Assuming they have decent paste.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Posh Freckles

"Oh dear, darling do sit down," siad her mother. "Why are you coming into the kitchen again and again? Hungry already?"

"So sorry Mum, I wonder when the others are coming."

"We're going camping this time ," said Jenny, a joyful look on her boyish face . We want posh tents and posh shirts, posh jerseys and posh blouses. Posh everything. Yes and posh torches too."

"Right! So that you stay out in the sun and come home with posh freckles all over your posh nose."

[Ed note: and for all ye hungry a sample of what's cooking]

cream buns and a tin of green olives, a big fruit cake , home made sweets and raspberry syrup[Ed note: !!!] , tea, noodles [!!!!], creamy fresh milk and large tins of cheese and jam




Going ...Going...Gone

The imaam at our masjid said:

Man faaza Ramadan ...huwa faaiz.

I think of all the nights I slept when I could have prayed.

...of all the times I did...other things...when I could have done ...other things.

I feel the month of Mercy disengage it's hand from mine firmly and gently, like a friend who stayed late and now simply has to go
Already, I hear my self cry, Allaahummaa ballighnaa Ramadaan. Again.

Friday, November 05, 2004

My First Scary Books

Assalamu'alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh

Wasn't it such a sad story down there [ "Don't shoot!Theres a small girl!''? ] Well, since then I want to write something jolly and nice to refresh our minds out of that sad happening.

Ho-Ho I shall dance with joy after getting my books published in shaa Allaaah!
Alhamdulilah,I've written two big fat books about really horrifieng adventures.I'd like to see everybody's scared faces,and trembling mouths! Please wish me good luck!!
Good Luck,Rasha! Well, see you later when youre Famous !

RASHA,
MA'ASSALAMA! :)

"Ramadan is not a party..."

Ramadan over the years

By Qadijah S.Irshad
Special to Gulf News

Four residents recount times of fasting and piety in the UAE from 50, 30, 20 and 10 years ago
Ramadan is one of the busiest times in the UAE. After a quiet afternoon every day, the sun sets and activities begin. The streets are lit up, and people have countless activities to choose from. Fairs, Ramadan tents, all types of social events, and, of course, bargains galore.
Through the years, Ramadan has seen a change in social and other activities in the UAE. For instance, the glitz and the glamour of Ramadan tents were unthinkable a few years ago. Some of the activities that are now integral to Ramadan are just a decade or so old.
The famous Dubai International Holy Quran Award was first held in 1990, the Sharjah Ramadan Festival started in 1991, and Dubai The City That Cares began as late as 1998.
So what was Ramadan like in the UAE 50, 30, even 10 years ago? How much has changed and how much of Ramadan has remained constant? Tabloid speaks to a cross section of the population for a glimpse into Ramadan then and now.

50 years ago..."Fifty years ago, the UAE was a different place. And the holy month of Ramadan was a simple time. We broke fast on dates, water and Laban. We didn't have all this variety of food and drink we indulge ourselves in," says Obaid Al Shehi, a UAE national, with a sweeping gesture, indicating the wide Iftar spread in front of him.
"Houses from the neighbourhood would take turns to slaughter a sheep each day, and would share it with everyone. We were more relaxed, Alhamdulillah, and life was not complicated as it is now.
"There were no clocks, so we would judge the time to break the fast by putting a stick in the ground and observing its shadow. By night, the stars would be our clock," he says.
"The nights would end early. We would offer Tarawih (night prayers during Ramadan) in a small mosque, the walls of which were made of wooden beams from Africa, and clay or corals. Date palm fronds were used for the roof. After prayers, we would talk a while, usually of religious affairs, and then go to sleep.
"People were more religious then than now. This month especially, was for Ibaadah (worship). Even during Ramadan now, people are more materialistic, there's more consumption, and in the process they lose out on the true spirit of this holy month.
"We didn't run behind money, our hearts were clearer and our values different from those of the young people of today.
"I remember the times when we would travel in camel caravans from Al Ain to Dubai to buy provisions during Ramadan. It would take five to six nights. But we would undertake such journeys only during the cooler months. We would travel during the day and stop to break our fast.
"When it was time to break the fast, we would build fires and bake qisr (a type of bread) in a hole dug under the coals. Once it was done, we would dust off the sand and pound it with sugar and olive oil. It is one of the most delicious meals after a day of travelling while fasting. It would be washed down with some camel's milk.
"Even the Eid celebrations were very simple with just some la'alish, na'ashat and ayalah (the traditional sword and hair dance and the firing of guns)."

30 years ago..."I remember the time when there were no Indian restaurants or cafes to break fast in Karama," says Mohammad Abdul Azeez, an Indian. "I would go all the way to the Strand Cinema canteen to have a cup of tea. We were bachelors then, and had to cook our own food for Iftar and Suhoor due to the lack of food outlets.
"With the growth of the population, all activities during Ramadan have grown - religious and otherwise. Ramadan used to be a quiet time. The main features were Iftar and Tarawih, and we had few distractions, and very few TV programmes. Today unfortunately, it's like a festival from beginning to the end of the month.

"There were also no combined Iftar parties like today. The breaking of the fast was a quiet, private affair. Although there seemed to be more piety among the expat communities 30 years back, various organisations have been creating more religious awareness lately. The number of mosques and religious activities have seen a rise in the past decade or so," he says.

20 years ago..."One of the biggest changes in the past 20 years has been the rise in consumerism," says Lyla Mahmood, an Abu Dhabi-based homemaker.
"There were so few shopping malls, and they would be quite empty during Ramadan - unlike today. Now the bargains you get during Ramadan are amazing - not just on food but also with other household items. I am sure most of us end up spending much more than we did earlier during this month.

"From a point of view of a housewife, life is easier now. I would take much longer to make Iftar when I first came here because everything had to be made from scratch.
"For instance, making a puff pastry would involve rolling out the dough and refrigerating it several times - a lengthy process, it took hours. Now it takes me just 20 minutes to lay it on the table," she says.

"There were few of us 20 years ago, so Iftars would always be a quiet affair with the few families getting together. Hosting and being hosted for Iftar would be done for a few days, unlike today when it goes on throughout the month."

10 years ago..."Ramadan has grown in significance to the population - the proof of that is that more people are attending prayers - especially the night prayers Tarawih and Qiyam Al LAil. Ten years ago, the Qiyam prayers were not offered in mosques, but now there are many offering it. The crowd is so tremendous that some mosques extend the praying area up to the streets," says Taher Khalid, co-ordinator, New Muslim Centre, Sharjah.

"There has also been a proliferation of Islamic activities during Ramadan in the past few years, with more speakers, and a lot more da'wa efforts in malls and various locations. There has been marked activity during Ramadan in the media, particularly the electronic media and with business institutions, as they compete against each other.

"The TV, radio and the newspapers cover Ramadan more extensively now, and have more religious articles and programmes featured. I remember the time when the only Ramadan special English programme was a quiz on Ajman TV," he says.

"One of the most significant changes within the past has been the mushrooming of Ramadan tents all over town. I feel it's a very negative aspect because Ramadan is not a party, so Ramadan or Iftar parties are not consistent with the true meaning of this holy month.
"The concept of Ramadan is to exercise self-discipline, to refrain from expressing your physical desires. All the music and excessive consumption of food in these tents go against it. It's a complete conflict. Your fasting is null and void if you do haraam in the night. This is a month of lifestyle change - for the better and not the worse."


The Oldest Shop in Town

There is a cardboard box on a shelf in my kitchen. It is dark pink and white and bears the words in blue: from The Oldest Halwa Shop in Town ...a gift for winter...

Inside there are dark brown squares of something that tastes like what chocolate fudge would taste in heaven.... We have it with a hot cup of ginger tea or a steaming glass of full cream milk for suhoor.

It tastes of winter and 5-kg cotton quilts and smoky fires and long nights and a home I never really felt like I belonged to...

It's called Halwa by Hakeemji.

R