Sunday, December 17, 2006

the shy girl who fights for her sight

Total collected so far: £928,000
ABDUL LATIF is fretting about his daughter Shazia’s marriage prospects. She is only a child and she has a pretty face but, as a baby, she developed a fever and lingering infection which left her right eye so badly damaged that it had to be removed.
Now 10, she has outgrown the glass eye she was given as a replacement. Her eye socket appears shrunken and the mismatch in size leaves her looking disfigured. To make matters worse, she has begun to lose the sight in her left eye.
Doctors at the Layton Rahmatulla Benevolent Trust (LRBT) eyecare hospital in Karachi are fighting to save her from going blind and have promised to operate to return the right side of her face to a mirror image of the left.
“Shazia feels depressed,” her father said. “She’s a shy girl and in the neighbourhood the other children call her ‘one-eye’.”
Although the main focus of her father’s concern may seem hard-hearted, the future of poor families in Pakistan often depends on their daughters making a good marriage.
Abdul works as a casual bookbinder and earns 200 rupees (£2.28) a day. If Shazia’s sight cannot be saved, he will struggle to find her a husband when she is older.
Shazia requires major surgery to reconstruct her eye socket. “The problem is that the prosthetic is small and she is a growing child,” said Dr Farad Rezvi, the hospital’s leading consultant. Meanwhile, she will have a new prescription for glasses to improve the vision in her severely myopic left eye.
For 21 years the LRBT has been treating cases like Shazia’s, as well as a range of eye problems in adults and children, such as cataracts and glaucoma, that can be cured or helped by simple, inexpensive intervention.
By giving to The Sunday Times Christmas Appeal you could help to support the LRBT, which already carries out more than 20% of all cataract operations in Pakistan.
As in the rest of the world, blindness is an acute problem in Pakistan. Some 1.5m of its people are blind and two-thirds of those are women.
Worldwide, someone goes blind every five seconds; a child goes blind every minute — just under 500,000 a year.
The smallest gift you can give could make a huge difference to someone’s life. Just 50p will buy vitamin A tablets that will protect a child from blindness for a year; £5 can provide a basic eye test and glasses for a child or fund surgery to stop someone going blind from trachoma, an infection that causes the eyelashes to invert and scrape the eyeball; £17 pays for a cataract operation for an adult and — at the more expensive end of the scale —
£570 will pay for 10 healthcare workers to attend a primary eye care course.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Hajj, (in shaa Allaah)!

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وَأَذِّن فِي النَّاسِ بِالْحَجِّ يَأْتُوكَ رِجَالاً وَعَلَى كُلِّ ضَامِرٍ يَأْتِينَ مِن كُلِّ فَجٍّ عَمِيقٍ
And proclaim unto people, the Hajj
They will come to you on foot
and on every lean mount
They will come from every mountain pass and tract...

pre-Hajj packing, things I'm thinking, duaas I'm making...

They (people) asked: 'What makes Hajj Mabroor, O Rasoolullaah صلىالله عليه وسلم ?'
He صلىالله عليه وسلم said: 'Providing food to people and spreading (the greeting of) salaam'.” [Fath al Baari: 4/446]

The meaning of 'Birr' (from which the word “mabroor” is derived) involves the following two:
1. Good behaviour towards people, fulfilling ones duties towards others and giving them their rights. In the hadeeth: “Al Birr is good behaviour.”
2.Doing much worship and the trait of Taqwa, as opposed to sinfulness. Allaah ta`ala says: “Do you order people towards al-birr (righteousness) while you forget (it) yourselves?” [2:44]
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Not everyone who makes Hajj will have his Hajj accepted.
As Ibn `Umar said to Mujahid, when he said: "How many Hujjaaj!", "How few! Rather say: how many riders..."
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"There is nothing like the Hajj for people suffering from delusions of grandeur." -- Dr. Amir Saleh
[I really *love* this quote b/z it perfectly encapsulates how, in spite of 5-star tents and super-deluxe facilities, the Hajj is really a levelling ground.]
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Remembering Rasoolullaah صلىالله عليه وسلم.
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Remembering Haajar, Umm Ismaa'eel, and how for her, Allaah *always* came First.
Why do we (lesser mortals) wait to be abandoned/let down by people before turning our trust to Allaah?
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As I increase my prayers seeking forgiveness from Allaah, I find my thoughts turning repeatedly to people I've wronged and to people who've been unreasonably mean/ nasty to me...funny thing is, I have an incredibly detailed memory...I remember things people may have long forgotten in complete background and detail.
I feel myself cringing and inexplicably lashing out at myself: How could I be so naive/idiotic/spineless? How could I let people get away with this?
I pray hard for release from this cycle of negativity...I pray for all the wounds/scars to heal, completely.
I pray for a healing silence to sink my self in, not even a bubble to betray what lies within.
I pray for my children to have a strong sense of justice, that allows them to be equally fair to themselves and others.
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thinking about pride...I once read that the absence of pride is the perfection of Tawheed -- recognising that there is no personal power or strength except through/with Allaah, that He is the source of all goodness or ability
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thinking about the hadeeth: "...Abdullah bin Mas’ood (said) that the Prophet صلىالله عليه وسلم observed: He who has in his heart the weight of a mustard seed of pride shall not enter Paradise. A person (amongst his hearers) said: Verily a person loves that his dress should be fine, and his shoes should be fine. Heصلىالله عليه وسلم remarked: Verily, Allah is Graceful and He loves Grace. Pride is disdaining the truth (out of self-conceit) and contempt for the people (who follow it).
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thinking about how many of us take pride in possessions (or the ability to acquire them) personal abilities
talent
intellect
knowledge and the process through which it is gained;
piety and its pursuit
background/nationality/race
length of hair or smoothness of skin
....when none of it is possible, except by the blessings/grace of Allaah or as a test from Him
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thinking about the lost virtue of self-deprecation in a world where how far one gets is how forward one pushes oneself...thinking about the people who fainted when they uttered the talbiyah at the meeqaat, for fear that there would be no labbayk for them; while we carry our unsightly burdens with misplaced confidence and don't think twice before saying: labbayk..

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

what's up with all the food posts and other FAQs

when I was writing the top 10 post, I was imagining the facial expressions of some of the people who read this blog and them thinking...khalaas...she's finally lost the plot.

truth is, we (Rasha-Rida and I) started this blog out as a fun thing, a collective effort...but these days since we're all snowed under with work, updating this blog is turning into more and more of a chore...the food post was just my way of breaking the monotony a bit, inspired by:

"There's something about cold weather that gives one an enormous appetite. Most of us find ourselves beginning to crave rich steaming stews and hot apple pies and all kinds of delicious warming dishes; and because we are a great deal luckier than we realize, we usually get what we want or near enough."
-Charlie & The Chocolate Factory

If I were living by myself, I'd happily have cornflakes/weetabix or boiled pasta and peas with a bite of cheddar cheese and sugarless coffee 365/24/7 and consider myself happy, well-nourished even...but living in a house full of anabolic metabolisms has made meals -- wholesome, fast-to-cook, good-to-eat, just-like-mummy-made meals mandatory.

Monday, December 11, 2006

the company of children

My 3-year-old: "Umma look at the clouds!"
Me, not looking up from my washingdryingcookingcleaningpickingthingsofffloor
catchingupwiththenews,emails,workassignments,blogupdates (yes, i give 'multi-tasking' a whole new dimension) morning routine: "Mmmhmm..subhaanallah..."
"Umma! Look at the clouds, subhaanallaah!!"
Me, (still engrossed): "beautiful aren't they, subhaanallaah.."
"Umma!! Look at the clouds, subhaanallaah!!!"
I looked out, finally.
White clouds and grey ones, fluffy-plump like pillows, soft with the promise of the imminent blessings of rain, trailing lazily outside our windows.
It takes an angel's eyes to see beauty all around, and (although I'm overwhelmed by them at times) I'm glad and grateful I have a house full of angels, alhamdulillaah.
I faaaaaaaaaaar prefer the company of children (even when they're not my own).
When I have people over/when I'm visiting, I like to sit with the children and talk to them; I like them, and alhamdulillaah, they like me -- their senses shine bright with discovery; their minds know no machinations, no agendas, no cynicism; their tongues trip curious questions and they have the softest, kindest, purest hearts.

Monday, December 04, 2006

"...the bad guy who won't let him return home"

From Um Yousuf's blog: what do I tell a two-year-old?
Dear Mr. Peretz:
My son Yousuf, 2 years and 9 months, would like me to inform you that he wants to enter Gaza. He has asked me to tell whoever it is who is keeping it closed to open the border for him immediately. In fact, he asks me everyday.
And now, asking is no long sufficient: he wants answers, too.
Why is the border still closed?
And who is keeping it closed and why?
So, in addition to asking you to open the border, I am also writing to ask you what I can tell a 2 year old to satisfy his insatiable curiosity. What can I tell him of borders and occupation and oppression and collective punishment?
What would YOU tell him?
Lying doesn’t work-2 year olds are like natural born lie detectors. And so he figures it’s the bad guy-like in the stories that we all read growing up. And now, he demands to know who the bad guy is. What do I tell a 2 year old, Mr. Peretz, about the bad guy who won’t let him return home?
A Palestinian mother

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top 10 winter foods

DISCLAIMER: I'm not saying these are the healthiest foods you can eat in winter...they're just simple, easy-to-make, nutritious foods that I find myself cooking and the kids eating/craving a lot, when it gets chilly around here ...

1. Cakes (homemade, we've recently outgrown Betty Crocker's)

datecake

Rasha has this absolutely de.li.ci.ous recipe for date cake in her iqtisaad al-manzilee book which turned out really nice, maa shaa Allaah when she made it ...*all* by herself.

Ingredients:
2 cups self-raising/all-purpose flour or wholewheat flour if you want ma'moul tasting cake
2 tsps baking powder
4 eggs
1/2 tsp powdered cloves/cinnamon
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 cup dates
4 tbsps butter/vegetable oil
Pinch of salt

Method:
Pit the dates and chop into very small squares. Follow the regular recipe to bake a cake, add chopped dates at the very end.

2. Pasta bechamel...actually that's a year-round favourite
pasta bechamel
There's a really good, easy to follow recipe here, submitted by someone called 'muslimmomma'...subhaanallaah..


3. Parathas/Muttabbaq
mutabbaq
Muttabbaq is basically street food, and it's tough to replicate the exact flavour at home... but you do get muttabaq sheets at some supermarkets...all one has to do is to take the sheets and slather them with egg and minced meat.

Here's an authentic muttabbaq recipe from Honey&Onions: The cook would throw a small ball of dough on a marble slab until it was tissue thin, place a thin rectangle of bread in the center and pile on ground meat, chopped greens, spices and finally a raw egg to bind it all together. After folding the thin dough over the filling, he would toss it onto a hot oiled grill where it would immediately puff up and brown. Turned once, it was then cut into six pieces with a flourish of what appeared to be a pair of putty knives. A sweet version, made with bananas and sugar and egg was a perfect dessert and we would order batches of both. We took them away heaped on a huge enamel tray, garnished with whole lemons and tomatoes...

4. Rajma Chawal
rajma chawal
This is a nice recipe, although everyone I know has their own way of cooking rajma and it ends up tasting different in different places even though the basic ingredients are the same. I use pureed onions and tomatoes only, and v. little chilli/turmeric.

5. Khichri
I love bland food...ergo, I *love* khichri and all the under-5s like it too. Abu R-R has this family tradition where they'd have black daal khichri with dollops of asli ghee for suhoor in Ramadhaan.

How to make Khichri: By TOI columnist Jug Suraiya:

"Khichri? Yuck. That's the standard response to the most maligned dish in the subcontinent. Its mention evokes images of invalids and upset stomachs. It's a synonym for an inelegant mish-mash, an unappetising jumble...

Come to dinner; we'll have khichri, says Bunny. The recipients of the offer look dismayed and offended, displaying a veritable khichri of emotions. Do we look ill to you? We've never felt fitter, they protest.

Bunny tries to explain that a khichri chez Suraiya is not an aid to convalescence, like extract of wheatgerm or extra virgin karela juice, but a legitimate, and indeed desirable, comestible. Our guests-to-be remain unconvinced. Maybe you'd like us to bring some light pre-dinner snacks, they suggest. Like a couple of tandoori chickens. Or an armload of family-size pizzas.

But Bunny hasn't made a career in advertising for nothing. Softly softly catchee consumer. Our guests turn up on the appointed day, though in some trepidation. Will there be dessert afterwards? they ask, stoking up on the preprandial peanuts and cheese straws. Bunny assures them that they'll all get their just desserts -- if they have space left after the khichri. And to a silent fanfare playing in the background, she uncovers the vessel.

Ta ra. A scented melody rises from the dekchi, an aromatic arpeggio alchemically commingling the fragrance of basmati, and cinnamon, and cloves, and cardamom, and peppercorns, and bay leaves. From a bed of fluffy rice flushed pale gold with dal peep whole onions translucent as pearls, peas green and sensual as parrots, carrots in an exuberance of crimson, chunks of potatoes hearty as friendship, and florets of cauliflower crisp and tender as a caress of winter sun. It's not to die for. It's to be born again for.

Does this Suraiya have no shame? you'll ask. Blowing his own trumpet -- or rather, that of his wretched khichri -- so brazenly? But that's just it, you see. It's not my khichri. Nor is it Bunny's. For neither of us can make it.It was the invention of dear old Pingles, our much-loved major domoress who ran the household for us for some 30-odd years before departing, much missed, to that Ultimate Rasoighar Where the LPG Never Runs Out and the Dal Never Burns...

Then came Mukesh...Mukesh one day confided to Bunny that he could cook. Cook what? asked Bunny. Khichri, replied Mukesh. Describe your khichri to me, said Bunny. He did. And it was as though Pingles had returned, in the improbable epiphany of a chubby 26-year-old dog-boy. I still don't believe in the transmigration of souls. But the transmigration of khichri is a different matter. The proof of the khichri, however, is in the eating.

So here's the recipe for Pingles' khichri, as reprised by Mukesh. Two cups rice; 1 cup dhuli moong; 1 medium sized cauliflower cut into florets; 100 gm Safal peas; 4 medium potatoes peeled and sliced; 2 tbsp tomato puree; 4 medium onions chopped fine, plus 4 small onions peeled whole; cinnamon sticks; cloves; peppercorns and bay leaves; 1 tsp dhania; 1 tsp jeera; 1/2 tsp Kashmiri mirch; 1/2 tsp haldi; 1 tsp ginger paste. Mix together in a bowl with a little dahi to make a thick paste. Put all the prepared veggies into a big pot, add 1/2 tsp haldi. Bring to boil. Simmer till done. Drain and set aside. Boil dal. Heat 2 tbsp oil in pot. Add chopped onions. Fry till brown. Add masala paste and whole masalas and cook well. Add tomato puree. Stir well till cooked. Add rice and stir. Add boiled veggies and boiled dal and stir very well. Salt to taste. Bring to the boil. Simmer till rice is cooked. Serve hot."


6. Carrot Halwa
carrothalwa
confession: I've never really managed to make carrot halwa like my father/abu r-r's father used to make.

Here's a no-fuss recipe: 'no-fuss' being the key word.

7. Foul Tamees from Qarmoushi
Foul = mashed fava beans, topped with olive oil/butter and a tomato-garlic-green chillies paste called shatta.

Tamees = crunchy, springy, enormous Afghan bread cooked in circular clay ovens.

It's the stuff that causes pre-iftaar traffic jams here.

8. Chicken Broast with garlic sauce
If you don't like Shan Chicken Broast Masala, this could be an option.

9. Homemade Pulao/Chicken Kabsa from Al-Taazaj
Pulao is a variety of chicken-rice that inspires food columnists to write cheesy lines like: "Breathes there a man with a palate so dead/ who doesn't prefer the pulao/ over the daintiest bread?" It's virtually the same thing as the Central Asian pilaf, brought to the subcontinent by the descendants of Timur Lane and Chengiz Khan.

Al-Tazaj Chicken Kabsa = convenience (it's a freshly made chicken and rice dish)+ great taste at less than SR 15. What more could one ask for?

10. Hot, crunchy toast and Tea (with cinnamon, cardamom, cloves) or milky cocoa.

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Sunday, December 03, 2006

"..."

By Fiona @ The Mirror
MY mum always told me "as long as you're happy, I'm happy".
It meant that she cast her own needs and feelings aside to let me find my own path, but was always there for me if things went wrong.
She shouldn't be. Knowing Molly doesn't want to live with her should prompt her to want to do what's best for her daughter. She'll only know what that is if she forgets about her own needs and listens to Molly's. That's what you do when you're a mum.
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subhaanallaah.

does anyone know?

majalla

maa shaa Allaah, R-R made this brilliant majallah (magazine) on Ramadhaan, and I'd promised them I'd try and see if there's any way it can be uploaded in pdf format...does anyone know how to do that?

"do you want to go to jannah or jahannum?"

This Friday afternoon, when R-R were coming out from the masjid after salah, a woman came up to them.

"Do you want to go to jannah or jahannum?" she asked.

R-R told me they were too flabbergasted to say anything.

Pointing to the slit in their niqaab that left their eyes open, she said: "Cover your eyes if you want to go to jannah..."

Since R-R aren't actually Islaamically required to wear a niqaab yet, they only have a 'practice' single layer niqaab that ties at the forehead and covers the face...there aren't any extra layers of cloth to cover the eyes.

So this lady stood by waiting for them to cover up, and finally when she discovered they couldn't, she took a portion of their long scarves and pulled it over their eyes and only then allowed them to pass by.

When R-R told me about this incident, I felt the familiar stab of vulnerability that I've felt on so many occasions when my children have to face up to the world -- be it the schoolyard bully or the mean classmate or the irrational teacher -- on their own.

For some time now, it's become second nature for me to try and defend the indefensible. It's like my self appointed role in life is to constantly look for excuses, possible positive angles that could reveal another side to seemingly bizarre/boorish human behaviour.
So I told them: maybe she thought you were grown up girls since you'll look so tall and grown up already, maa shaa Allaah.

But even as I said those words, I felt my heart sinking.

It scares me that they are growing up in a world where, on the one hand, there are people (Muslims) who are actually convinced that sisters who leave their eyes uncovered are going to hell; and on the other hand you have people (Muslims) who bully/badmouth/openly bash sisters who choose to wear the niqaab.