Tuesday, May 24, 2005
One Year in the Life of...
Does this ring a bell???
Our favourite posts from last year:
The day they killed them
How do Muslims treat animals?
Qur'aan Quiz
The World's Luckiest Children
Today
9 Things I learnt in 9 years
The Run-Away Balloon
Prayer at the Fair
Cockroach Sandwich
First Fast
When I kept my first fast...
Fast Food
You know you're doing something right when...
The first time we went to Madinah
Our favourite posts from last year:
The day they killed them
How do Muslims treat animals?
Qur'aan Quiz
The World's Luckiest Children
Today
9 Things I learnt in 9 years
The Run-Away Balloon
Prayer at the Fair
Cockroach Sandwich
First Fast
When I kept my first fast...
Fast Food
You know you're doing something right when...
The first time we went to Madinah
Monday, May 23, 2005
A day in the life of...
On the main road leading away from our house, there's a boy's school.
Every morning the air resonates with the sound of Qur'aan verses and ahadeeth being recited in breaking voices, followed by a sonorous wahid-ithnayn-thalaatha-arba'aa drill for about fifteen minutes...
...the schoolboys are unlike any other..dressed in white thobes and scarves, heads covered in igaal, carrying black/brown book-filled briefcases, racing beat-up daddy's handmedown cars at lunch time...
..some of them think it's a great laugh to harass the orange-uniformed baladiyaa workers who are cleaning up after them...workers who come from the same country as the man after whom the school is named.
Every morning the air resonates with the sound of Qur'aan verses and ahadeeth being recited in breaking voices, followed by a sonorous wahid-ithnayn-thalaatha-arba'aa drill for about fifteen minutes...
...the schoolboys are unlike any other..dressed in white thobes and scarves, heads covered in igaal, carrying black/brown book-filled briefcases, racing beat-up daddy's handmedown cars at lunch time...
..some of them think it's a great laugh to harass the orange-uniformed baladiyaa workers who are cleaning up after them...workers who come from the same country as the man after whom the school is named.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Rant
By Rasha
I am surprised at how MEAN teachers can be... and so inquisitive!!! Mine is worse than I thought she would be,after that awful first term with her,I really thought that the holidays had done her good.....what happened today really put me in my boots for the whole day but sometimes I can act up as well too ...
...I had an AWFUL teacher when I was in grade three..I mean that she used the girls as her brain!!! All orders,this and that--- that she was alright AWFUL.Once, she was teaching our class maths...ooooooooffffffff she dosen't even know the two times table!!!She asked me two times five --- that's ten and that's the right answer ,isn't it??? Well I said so, but there's something wrong with her..she yelled at me and QUITE shook me . She said two times five is eight and she said that I was a HIMARAH :) HaHaHaHa... I quite laughed my voice out when I retold Umma-Abba the incident...[Himarah is female Donkey in arabic]And I wasn't surprised,she used to call everyone of the girls himarah.
And another time...I've got a most spiteful teacher this term and she has just become our classteacher--- she dosen't like me and I don't like her...Thinks that the whole earth belonged to her and it's good it dosent!!! She's AWFUL ...all complaints and whining and never satisfied with anything that's with her. I'll be jolly glad when I'm out of this Awful school......Worst of it--- she ALWAYS finds faults with me of all the class.She always sits on her desk and broods about...I always think she's thinking of some more of her little nasty tricks--- thinking of putting me in trouble I believe.She is some or the other a big fat packet of needles...always pinching or hurting.
I went to school this morning and there she was, her face as sullen as ever, and when I came in I
knocked the door and went in and maybe she didn't hear me, because the class was full and there was no place for me to sit in, so I just merely asked the girls for my place, so she said:
لش ما تدقين الباب خليك تسووين كذة مرة تاني تشوفين!!!!
Of course that didn't please me... and made me stiff--- but I didn't mind a bit now I've read about worse teacher like umma had when she was a child...and these other kids...the ones we've posted about below!
Ed: see Rasha, it's actually a small matter, isn't it? :)
I am surprised at how MEAN teachers can be... and so inquisitive!!! Mine is worse than I thought she would be,after that awful first term with her,I really thought that the holidays had done her good.....what happened today really put me in my boots for the whole day but sometimes I can act up as well too ...
...I had an AWFUL teacher when I was in grade three..I mean that she used the girls as her brain!!! All orders,this and that--- that she was alright AWFUL.Once, she was teaching our class maths...ooooooooffffffff she dosen't even know the two times table!!!She asked me two times five --- that's ten and that's the right answer ,isn't it??? Well I said so, but there's something wrong with her..she yelled at me and QUITE shook me . She said two times five is eight and she said that I was a HIMARAH :) HaHaHaHa... I quite laughed my voice out when I retold Umma-Abba the incident...[Himarah is female Donkey in arabic]And I wasn't surprised,she used to call everyone of the girls himarah.
And another time...I've got a most spiteful teacher this term and she has just become our classteacher--- she dosen't like me and I don't like her...Thinks that the whole earth belonged to her and it's good it dosent!!! She's AWFUL ...all complaints and whining and never satisfied with anything that's with her. I'll be jolly glad when I'm out of this Awful school......Worst of it--- she ALWAYS finds faults with me of all the class.She always sits on her desk and broods about...I always think she's thinking of some more of her little nasty tricks--- thinking of putting me in trouble I believe.She is some or the other a big fat packet of needles...always pinching or hurting.
I went to school this morning and there she was, her face as sullen as ever, and when I came in I
knocked the door and went in and maybe she didn't hear me, because the class was full and there was no place for me to sit in, so I just merely asked the girls for my place, so she said:
لش ما تدقين الباب خليك تسووين كذة مرة تاني تشوفين!!!!
Of course that didn't please me... and made me stiff--- but I didn't mind a bit now I've read about worse teacher like umma had when she was a child...and these other kids...the ones we've posted about below!
Ed: see Rasha, it's actually a small matter, isn't it? :)
My Teacher Hates Me
Have you ever had a teacher who seems to hate you? What did you do about it?
"I knew every answer but my teacher still didn't call on me. When she asked if anyone had questions, I would raise my hand but she would just ignore me. I told my friends and they said they noticed it too. My friends decided to talk to the teacher. She said she had been calling on me all day. Then, the rest of the day my teacher ignored my friends and me. After lunch, she started to ignore most of the class. During a break, we asked our teacher why she was ignoring everyone, and she didn't answer. It seemed that the kids that she didn't ignore always shouted. We started to shout, and then the teacher yelled at us for shouting. We were so mad at our teacher, so we ignored her and stopped raising our hands as much. She began to call on us every time we didn't raise our hands, and sometimes I didn't know the answer. That's how I got a C in history." --Stephanie, 9
"I was having trouble with my fifth grade teacher. One of her students was the principal's grandson. She would always pay more attention to this boy because she was afraid to lose her job. So I finally put my foot down and told my parents. I told them all the crazy things he did. They finally had a talk with her, but I still don't feel like she did anything about it. She would let Ethan get away with everything."--Lorin, 11
"My teacher accused me of saying something that I didn't say. I got a detention."--Liana, 12
"Yes, I just tried to be nice, and she got nicer (kind of)."--Kaeleigh, 10
"If you think your teacher hates you, then talk to your teacher. If that doesn't work, then talk to the principal. Maybe then she will try not to ignore you or treat you wrong."--Caitlin, 12
"I began to think that my teacher started to hate me when, every time we took a test, she marked my answers wrong, even though they were right. She acts like I'm the stupidest person in class when I ask questions. So I talked to her, and all she could say was, 'I just don't like you.' "--Johniece, 11
"My teacher really hates me. There's a teacher's pet in my class who always agrees with the teacher. Every single teacher loves her. It's really not fair. Once I wrote a bad story about her, but I didn't get in trouble for it. I also like to play basketball. Me and all of my friends are on the same team, and she's mad at me because everybody likes me. The teacher had a talk with me and her. She said that the teacher's pet is not allowed to pick teams. But she did it anyway, and she didn't get in trouble for it. It is so not fair. The teacher loves her more, and everybody agrees with her. We had a surprise party for the teacher, and everyone planned it, but she only said thank you to the teacher's pet. It's not fair. She gives the teacher everything she could possibly find. It's just not fair."--Brianna, 9
"My teacher said she would never have a favorite. But there is one kid that she lets walk around the room, and she doesn't even do anything. But when my friend took a deep breath and she opened her mouth a little, she yelled at her."--Erica, 11
"My 4th grade teacher caught me saying mean things about her, and from then on she made me do the really hard math problems on the board, and she knows I stink at math!!!!"--Tiger, 10
"My class had this sub named Mrs. S. She was a real meanie-head. If we got out of our seats, even for a Kleenex, without permission we got a warning. If it happened a 2nd time we had to sit by ourselves. A 3rd was a trip to the principal. There is this kid named Trey who is up a lot, he almost got sent to the principal because he had to sharpen his pencil. Another kid named Jordan told her when we were in line to turn off the lights so we would quiet down, and she said 'Don't tell me what I'm supposed to do Jordan, go to the end of the line.' Messed up lady."--Jared, 12
"I had this really cool social studies teacher, and she was awesome. Well I was sick on the day I was supposed to turn in a major project, and she automatically assumed that I was not at school because I didn't want to turn in my project. Well, she made me not being there the class chat topic, and when I got to school everyone was talking about me like I missed school on purpose. I mean, it's not my fault that I was puking my brains out all day, right?"--Jessica, 12
"My teacher in first grade would always make a bad example about me or how I was sitting, so one day I stood on my chair before the teacher came back into the room, and I was having so much fun standing up there I started to dance up there. So when my teacher came back in and saw me, she had a right to not like me!"--Stevie, 8
"One of my old teachers used to call me dumb blonde, so I complained to the office, and she almost got fired. I haven't heard from her since."--Danielle, 12
"My teacher hated me because I was doing a lot of bad things in school."--Justin, 13
"I was in a corner while doing math (we are allowed to sit on the floor), and out of nowhere my teacher came up. She told me to stop talking, and I was not saying a word. And then she took my paper and said, 'Wrong, wrong, wrong, and uhhh, wrong. Take this home for home work,' and I did. And I checked my problems with a calculator, and she was wrong and I was right!"--Chelsea, 10
"My history teacher really hates me. One of my friends asked if she could go get something from the gym locker room. That teacher told her to 'Take anyone but Tori.' Just yesterday, I had a question at the end of class. The teacher said, 'Go to your next class.' As I was walking out of the room, someone else had a question but the teacher listened to his question. I don't know why he doesn't like me."--Tori, 12
"In math class, we were grading each others papers. Well, #5 and 6 were two part questions, so after we graded it I asked my teacher that if they got it wrong, does it count as one or two wrong? And she said, 'Yeah.' I had no idea what she meant, so I asked her again, and she started yelling at me that she wasn't going to repeat it!!!"--Paul, 12
"Well, last year my math teacher, who I think needs to retire, hated everyone! I was barely getting A's in her class, because if you asked questions, she would chew you out! I always felt nervous, scared, and intimidated when I had to ask a question. I heard that this year, a girl stapled her finger, and she wouldn't even give her a tissue for it!"--Rachel, 12
"My art teacher hated me. She was always trying to get me in trouble. One day, when I was in her class, she told me my shorts were too short and I needed to measure them. I knew she said that to get me in trouble. So, I went to get a ruler, measured my shorts, and coolly told her, 'Nope, not too short.' She looked at me with so much hate and disbelief. Then I asked her, 'If you don't believe me, have a look for yourself.' "--Kayla, 12
"One day my third grade class was making letter formats. My real name is Ruben but my nickname is RJ. When I wrote Ruben instead of RJ, my teacher got mad and started telling me to use my real name, and it was Ruben. So she antagonized everybody to make fun of me, so I just went with RJ to get my teacher to shut up, and I started crying while the class laughed @ me, and my teacher didn't care @ all."--Ruben, 12
"I think my gym teacher, Mrs. T., hates me, because I was in the PTA Program and I forgot to bring in the permission slip, because I was sick the day it was due. So the day after, we were practicing when Mrs. T. shouted in front of everybody, 'Anaiss, you don't have your permission slip, get out!!' I was so mad I ran out and cried in the bathroom. A few minutes afterward, I went to my homeroom teacher, Mrs. B., and talked to her about it. She made me feel much better!"--Anaiss, 11
"Yeah, my teacher hates me and here is some proof...One time I had to go to the ladies' room and she said no. Then another student asked her right after me, and she said yes. Or when we were grading papers, and someone gave me an 80 because they graded it wrong, and she wouldn't change my grade to the 96 I deserved. Or when I got a 100 on this paper, and the teacher's pet didn't, she changed my grade to a 90 because she said if the smartest girl in class got a 92, then I deserved less."--Anonymous, 13
"My lunch lady hates me. Her daughter used to be my best friend, but then my so-called friend started making up bad stuff about me and told her mom (my lunch lady)."--Anonymous, 10
"Well, I have to go to an in-school program for kids whose parents work after school. At first, the teacher was really nice, but that was a total act. I started to write a letter to the principal, and I convinced other kids to as well. Nothing has been done SO FAR, but I am really proud of myself for standing up for what I believe in."--Tine, 13
"I cut my finger and it hurt BAD! We went inside from recess, and I asked my teacher for a Band-Aid. We were about to start math, so she said, 'I don't have time! It can't hurt that bad!' Ouch!!"--Allie, 10
"Well, I think my teacher, Mrs. A., hates my guts. I went and talked to my parents about it."--Nika, 12
"My fifth grade teacher, Mr. Henry, blamed me for playing around with one of the toys he took away. He knew it was Orlando, but blamed me for participating. I told him I didn't do anything, so he said 'Well, you should have told him to stop.' Don't get me wrong, he's a good teacher."--Raffi, 11
"Once, I was in dance class, and we had gotten to the part in the exercise where we were supposed to do a bridge (a bridge is when you are lying on your back with your knees and elbows up, so the palms of your hands are right next to your ears, and you push yourself up into an upside down U). I panicked b/c I was probably the only person in the whole school who couldn't do one. I tried really hard, but I just couldn't. Finally my dance teacher noticed, came over to me, and said, 'You came to class without knowing your stuff. (pause) That is unacceptable. (pause) Please go back to class and return only when you are ready to dance.' I went and everyone snickered. She continued to obsess over stupid stuff like that and take it out on me for the rest of the year. Eventually I learned how to do the bridge, and she started running out of reasons to pick on me. Thank God!!!"--Sam, 12
"In the fifth grade, I had this teacher called Ms. Young that hated my guts! She would yell at me in front of the whole class because I wore something she didn't approve of. Everybody called her mean, except for the teacher's pets. I am so glad I am in the seventh grade now!"--Brittany, 12
"When I was in third grade, I had a mean art teacher. One time I was in New York and didn't get a project done, so I had to go in at recess. The fifth graders were in there. And in front of the whole class she yelled at me, saying, 'GET YOUR WORK DONE YOUNG LADY.' I had tears coming down my cheeks."--Tewar, 10
"I knew every answer but my teacher still didn't call on me. When she asked if anyone had questions, I would raise my hand but she would just ignore me. I told my friends and they said they noticed it too. My friends decided to talk to the teacher. She said she had been calling on me all day. Then, the rest of the day my teacher ignored my friends and me. After lunch, she started to ignore most of the class. During a break, we asked our teacher why she was ignoring everyone, and she didn't answer. It seemed that the kids that she didn't ignore always shouted. We started to shout, and then the teacher yelled at us for shouting. We were so mad at our teacher, so we ignored her and stopped raising our hands as much. She began to call on us every time we didn't raise our hands, and sometimes I didn't know the answer. That's how I got a C in history." --Stephanie, 9
"I was having trouble with my fifth grade teacher. One of her students was the principal's grandson. She would always pay more attention to this boy because she was afraid to lose her job. So I finally put my foot down and told my parents. I told them all the crazy things he did. They finally had a talk with her, but I still don't feel like she did anything about it. She would let Ethan get away with everything."--Lorin, 11
"My teacher accused me of saying something that I didn't say. I got a detention."--Liana, 12
"Yes, I just tried to be nice, and she got nicer (kind of)."--Kaeleigh, 10
"If you think your teacher hates you, then talk to your teacher. If that doesn't work, then talk to the principal. Maybe then she will try not to ignore you or treat you wrong."--Caitlin, 12
"I began to think that my teacher started to hate me when, every time we took a test, she marked my answers wrong, even though they were right. She acts like I'm the stupidest person in class when I ask questions. So I talked to her, and all she could say was, 'I just don't like you.' "--Johniece, 11
"My teacher really hates me. There's a teacher's pet in my class who always agrees with the teacher. Every single teacher loves her. It's really not fair. Once I wrote a bad story about her, but I didn't get in trouble for it. I also like to play basketball. Me and all of my friends are on the same team, and she's mad at me because everybody likes me. The teacher had a talk with me and her. She said that the teacher's pet is not allowed to pick teams. But she did it anyway, and she didn't get in trouble for it. It is so not fair. The teacher loves her more, and everybody agrees with her. We had a surprise party for the teacher, and everyone planned it, but she only said thank you to the teacher's pet. It's not fair. She gives the teacher everything she could possibly find. It's just not fair."--Brianna, 9
"My teacher said she would never have a favorite. But there is one kid that she lets walk around the room, and she doesn't even do anything. But when my friend took a deep breath and she opened her mouth a little, she yelled at her."--Erica, 11
"My 4th grade teacher caught me saying mean things about her, and from then on she made me do the really hard math problems on the board, and she knows I stink at math!!!!"--Tiger, 10
"My class had this sub named Mrs. S. She was a real meanie-head. If we got out of our seats, even for a Kleenex, without permission we got a warning. If it happened a 2nd time we had to sit by ourselves. A 3rd was a trip to the principal. There is this kid named Trey who is up a lot, he almost got sent to the principal because he had to sharpen his pencil. Another kid named Jordan told her when we were in line to turn off the lights so we would quiet down, and she said 'Don't tell me what I'm supposed to do Jordan, go to the end of the line.' Messed up lady."--Jared, 12
"I had this really cool social studies teacher, and she was awesome. Well I was sick on the day I was supposed to turn in a major project, and she automatically assumed that I was not at school because I didn't want to turn in my project. Well, she made me not being there the class chat topic, and when I got to school everyone was talking about me like I missed school on purpose. I mean, it's not my fault that I was puking my brains out all day, right?"--Jessica, 12
"My teacher in first grade would always make a bad example about me or how I was sitting, so one day I stood on my chair before the teacher came back into the room, and I was having so much fun standing up there I started to dance up there. So when my teacher came back in and saw me, she had a right to not like me!"--Stevie, 8
"One of my old teachers used to call me dumb blonde, so I complained to the office, and she almost got fired. I haven't heard from her since."--Danielle, 12
"My teacher hated me because I was doing a lot of bad things in school."--Justin, 13
"I was in a corner while doing math (we are allowed to sit on the floor), and out of nowhere my teacher came up. She told me to stop talking, and I was not saying a word. And then she took my paper and said, 'Wrong, wrong, wrong, and uhhh, wrong. Take this home for home work,' and I did. And I checked my problems with a calculator, and she was wrong and I was right!"--Chelsea, 10
"My history teacher really hates me. One of my friends asked if she could go get something from the gym locker room. That teacher told her to 'Take anyone but Tori.' Just yesterday, I had a question at the end of class. The teacher said, 'Go to your next class.' As I was walking out of the room, someone else had a question but the teacher listened to his question. I don't know why he doesn't like me."--Tori, 12
"In math class, we were grading each others papers. Well, #5 and 6 were two part questions, so after we graded it I asked my teacher that if they got it wrong, does it count as one or two wrong? And she said, 'Yeah.' I had no idea what she meant, so I asked her again, and she started yelling at me that she wasn't going to repeat it!!!"--Paul, 12
"Well, last year my math teacher, who I think needs to retire, hated everyone! I was barely getting A's in her class, because if you asked questions, she would chew you out! I always felt nervous, scared, and intimidated when I had to ask a question. I heard that this year, a girl stapled her finger, and she wouldn't even give her a tissue for it!"--Rachel, 12
"My art teacher hated me. She was always trying to get me in trouble. One day, when I was in her class, she told me my shorts were too short and I needed to measure them. I knew she said that to get me in trouble. So, I went to get a ruler, measured my shorts, and coolly told her, 'Nope, not too short.' She looked at me with so much hate and disbelief. Then I asked her, 'If you don't believe me, have a look for yourself.' "--Kayla, 12
"One day my third grade class was making letter formats. My real name is Ruben but my nickname is RJ. When I wrote Ruben instead of RJ, my teacher got mad and started telling me to use my real name, and it was Ruben. So she antagonized everybody to make fun of me, so I just went with RJ to get my teacher to shut up, and I started crying while the class laughed @ me, and my teacher didn't care @ all."--Ruben, 12
"I think my gym teacher, Mrs. T., hates me, because I was in the PTA Program and I forgot to bring in the permission slip, because I was sick the day it was due. So the day after, we were practicing when Mrs. T. shouted in front of everybody, 'Anaiss, you don't have your permission slip, get out!!' I was so mad I ran out and cried in the bathroom. A few minutes afterward, I went to my homeroom teacher, Mrs. B., and talked to her about it. She made me feel much better!"--Anaiss, 11
"Yeah, my teacher hates me and here is some proof...One time I had to go to the ladies' room and she said no. Then another student asked her right after me, and she said yes. Or when we were grading papers, and someone gave me an 80 because they graded it wrong, and she wouldn't change my grade to the 96 I deserved. Or when I got a 100 on this paper, and the teacher's pet didn't, she changed my grade to a 90 because she said if the smartest girl in class got a 92, then I deserved less."--Anonymous, 13
"My lunch lady hates me. Her daughter used to be my best friend, but then my so-called friend started making up bad stuff about me and told her mom (my lunch lady)."--Anonymous, 10
"Well, I have to go to an in-school program for kids whose parents work after school. At first, the teacher was really nice, but that was a total act. I started to write a letter to the principal, and I convinced other kids to as well. Nothing has been done SO FAR, but I am really proud of myself for standing up for what I believe in."--Tine, 13
"I cut my finger and it hurt BAD! We went inside from recess, and I asked my teacher for a Band-Aid. We were about to start math, so she said, 'I don't have time! It can't hurt that bad!' Ouch!!"--Allie, 10
"Well, I think my teacher, Mrs. A., hates my guts. I went and talked to my parents about it."--Nika, 12
"My fifth grade teacher, Mr. Henry, blamed me for playing around with one of the toys he took away. He knew it was Orlando, but blamed me for participating. I told him I didn't do anything, so he said 'Well, you should have told him to stop.' Don't get me wrong, he's a good teacher."--Raffi, 11
"Once, I was in dance class, and we had gotten to the part in the exercise where we were supposed to do a bridge (a bridge is when you are lying on your back with your knees and elbows up, so the palms of your hands are right next to your ears, and you push yourself up into an upside down U). I panicked b/c I was probably the only person in the whole school who couldn't do one. I tried really hard, but I just couldn't. Finally my dance teacher noticed, came over to me, and said, 'You came to class without knowing your stuff. (pause) That is unacceptable. (pause) Please go back to class and return only when you are ready to dance.' I went and everyone snickered. She continued to obsess over stupid stuff like that and take it out on me for the rest of the year. Eventually I learned how to do the bridge, and she started running out of reasons to pick on me. Thank God!!!"--Sam, 12
"In the fifth grade, I had this teacher called Ms. Young that hated my guts! She would yell at me in front of the whole class because I wore something she didn't approve of. Everybody called her mean, except for the teacher's pets. I am so glad I am in the seventh grade now!"--Brittany, 12
"When I was in third grade, I had a mean art teacher. One time I was in New York and didn't get a project done, so I had to go in at recess. The fifth graders were in there. And in front of the whole class she yelled at me, saying, 'GET YOUR WORK DONE YOUNG LADY.' I had tears coming down my cheeks."--Tewar, 10
Monday, May 16, 2005
Jazaakumullaah
Jazaakumullaah jazeelan for your duas and blessings to everyone who mailed us/posted on the blog/ guestbook ...we're thrrrrrrrilled beyond thrrrrrrrilled as you can see:)))...we're sorry about the blog not accepting comments, some of the posts have comments disabled.
...a dua on the birth of a child...
بورك في الموهوب وشكرت الواهب، وبلغ رشده، ورزقت برّه
قال أبو بكر بن المنذر في "الأوسط" جاء رجل إلى الحسن البصري، وعنده رجل قد ولد له غلام، فقال له: ليهنك الفارس، فقال له الحسن: وما يدريك فارس هو أو حمار؟ قال: فكيف نقول؟ قال: قل بورك في الموهوب وشكرت الواهب، وبلغ رشده، ورزقت برّه
You have been blessed in what you have been given.
May you give thanks to the One who granted it.
May your child reach maturity and right-guidance,
and may Allah make him/her a blessing for you.
...a dua on the birth of a child...
بورك في الموهوب وشكرت الواهب، وبلغ رشده، ورزقت برّه
قال أبو بكر بن المنذر في "الأوسط" جاء رجل إلى الحسن البصري، وعنده رجل قد ولد له غلام، فقال له: ليهنك الفارس، فقال له الحسن: وما يدريك فارس هو أو حمار؟ قال: فكيف نقول؟ قال: قل بورك في الموهوب وشكرت الواهب، وبلغ رشده، ورزقت برّه
You have been blessed in what you have been given.
May you give thanks to the One who granted it.
May your child reach maturity and right-guidance,
and may Allah make him/her a blessing for you.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Remember, Rasha-Rida?
Ed: Once there were two girls. They had a mother and father but no brothers or sisters. They lived in a neat little white house, with a courtyard and a little shiny green car. They went to the same school and wore the same red and yellow uniform. Then...
~Rasha~ ...one day they came back from school and saw thta their mum wasn't at home.
"Where's Umma?"
They looked all over but couldn't see her until their Gran [Daadijaan] told them...
*Rida*...she's gone to the hospital. She'll be back soon. Now change your clothes and eat your lunch. The little girls were wanted to see their mum.
"Is she sick? Is she getting injections?"
"You can come with me to see her in the evening" Abba said.
Ed: In the evening the girls got dressed and went with their Gran to the hospital.
They knocked at one small white door and went in.
Umma was there! And she had a pink, plump little bundle in her arms. What is it??
~Rasha~... it's an R..!!
*Rida*...In the beginning it was fun to play with them but later when they started growing up...
~Rasha~ ...one day they came back from school and saw thta their mum wasn't at home.
"Where's Umma?"
They looked all over but couldn't see her until their Gran [Daadijaan] told them...
*Rida*...she's gone to the hospital. She'll be back soon. Now change your clothes and eat your lunch. The little girls were wanted to see their mum.
"Is she sick? Is she getting injections?"
"You can come with me to see her in the evening" Abba said.
Ed: In the evening the girls got dressed and went with their Gran to the hospital.
They knocked at one small white door and went in.
Umma was there! And she had a pink, plump little bundle in her arms. What is it??
~Rasha~... it's an R..!!
*Rida*...awwwwwwwwww isn't it cute! and soooooooooooo small...
Ed: Who does the baby look like? What dyou think?
It looks like us!...
~Rasha~...after some time, another R came along and joined the family ...
*Rida*...In the beginning it was fun to play with them but later when they started growing up...
~Rasha~...it was....not so fun sometimes...
*Rida*...they ate papers from school books..
~Rasha~...and killed colour pens by scratching them on the walls...
Ed:...and threw up and burped in company and spilt milk and smeared chocolate on our favourite clothes.. [I know you can go on and on and on...]
until one day, Rasha said: Don't you think there are too many R's in our house?...
~Rasha~UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAA!!! HOw MEAN!!! WHY ARE YOU WRITING THIS??
*Rida*...yes I remember she said this! and Umma said:
...can there be too much of a good thing?
Ed: okay, I read this story ages ago...about a little boy who had a neighbour who was going to have a baby. Sometimes the boy visited her and she'd let him put his hand on her tummy and feel the baby moving inside like a goldfish inside a bowl...the neighbour wasn't very rich and sometimes the boy wondered how she would buy her baby all the things that babies need...soon, the neighbour had a baby boy and the little boy and his family moved away to a new house.
Many years later, the boy's brother got a dreaded disease. He took his brother to the best specialist in town...to his surprise , he noticed that the doctor had the same surname as his long-ago neighbour. He asked the doctor, and he replied: Yes, I'm her son!...this doctor was the same baby!
...what I'm trying to say is that we may feel that there isn't space in our homes and lives but the important thing is that there should be space in our hearts...even if we feel we don't need them, maybe the world needs more Rs ;)
The Meanest Mum Award
By Bobbie Pingaro (1967)
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, thatwe be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but eachtime we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants.
Can you imagine someone actualy hitting a child just because he disobeyed?
Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults becauseshe made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did wehave to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?
The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, makebeds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laidawake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not liein bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friendshad a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay homefrom school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends'report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red forfailing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle fornothing less than ugly black marks.As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was putto shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behindus, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed thepleasure of being a drop-out.My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of fourchildren, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of ushave ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of mybrothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do wehave to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, ourmean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, burn the flag, and amillion and one other things that our friends did.She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my threechildren. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean.
Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, thatwe be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but eachtime we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants.
Can you imagine someone actualy hitting a child just because he disobeyed?
Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults becauseshe made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did wehave to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?
The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, makebeds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laidawake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not liein bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friendshad a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay homefrom school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends'report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red forfailing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle fornothing less than ugly black marks.As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was putto shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behindus, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed thepleasure of being a drop-out.My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of fourchildren, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of ushave ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of mybrothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do wehave to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, ourmean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, burn the flag, and amillion and one other things that our friends did.She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my threechildren. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean.
Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.
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The only two months that do not contain an Arndt family birthday are June and October
[R-R-R:The only months that do not contain an R family birthday are January, March, April, June, August, September, October...we guess we're not so big after all!!!]
Big Families - more about Heart than Size
Open Here - large family resources
Large Family R US
Big Family Humor
Mrs Mom of Nine
Can there be too much of a good thing? ;)
[R-R-R:The only months that do not contain an R family birthday are January, March, April, June, August, September, October...we guess we're not so big after all!!!]
Big Families - more about Heart than Size
Open Here - large family resources
Large Family R US
Big Family Humor
Mrs Mom of Nine
Can there be too much of a good thing? ;)
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