From the start I didn’t like the village. I resented its small town mentality, and the loss of wide open views that the open desert offers …
Bismillah Rahman ar-Raheem. I don’t remember the first time I went to the sea. My parents and I travelled a lot when I was little and I don’t think they would remember that first moment either. In the summer we went on a little family outing to the seaside, and Insha’Allah I will not forget it. […]Read more "First trip to the sea"
Bismillah Rahman Ar-Raheem. Obedience is an interesting thing. In the West it used to be considered good, but these days is mostly regarded as bad but with limits. Rebels are revered but the rebel shouldn’t be TOO rebellious in that the rebellion pushes the unseen boundaries of respectable rebellion, the rebel becoming a criminal. For example […]Read more "Some thoughts on Obedience"
Bismillah Rahman Ar-Raheem The times are turbulent. Needless to say. There seems to be no end to suffering. Everyone is the injured one. People dying on the streets in cold blood. Death falling from the skies. Each person, government, behind the trigger, behind the button justifying their acts of violence. Who do we feel most? […]Read more "What to say?"
Bismillah Rahman Ar-Raheem Bedouin love Mansaf and versions of it are prepared all over the Middle East. Each version is as immovable and as varied as the people themselves. Each time I am taught how to prepare it I am told this is the “ONLY” way it should be done really. No-one here has kitchen […]Read more "Mansaf – Bedouin Homestyle with Meat"
Bismillah Rahman ar-Raheem. Today I am feeling a loss of hope in humanity. When I think of all the suffering that is happening right now, my stomach turns. How can I sit here in my quiet little corner, living in the luxury of peace, of safety. My children have not experienced the terror of bombings, […]Read more "What would you do?"
A short sturdy lady came towards me. Exuding strength, warmth, kindness, generosity, and an uncompromising self. She smiled greeting me with the booming greetings of the desert. At least 3 minutes dedicated to the ritual. Allah hayki, kaif haliki, shlownki, Al-hamdulilah, Allah maki, Halla ya halla, Allah HAYki. She kisses my cheek, grasps my head, then […]Read more "Portrait of a Matriarch…"