“There is none amongst the believers who plants a tree, or sows a seed, and then a bird, or a person, or an animal eats thereof, but it is regarded as having given a charitable gift [for which there is great recompense].” [Al-Bukhari, III:513].
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
This is Islam
“There is none amongst the believers who plants a tree, or sows a seed, and then a bird, or a person, or an animal eats thereof, but it is regarded as having given a charitable gift [for which there is great recompense].” [Al-Bukhari, III:513].
Monday, January 21, 2008
Alone again...naturally
Well, actually not alone. Alas, my parents visit here went by far too quickly, but it was so nice having them here. We never made it out of Kuwait though. Since my husband's family is fairly large, there was quite a few dinner invitations that kept us busy.
My mother, the artist and introvert, did rather well and only complained of 'too much kissing'. My father, on the other hand, has been renamed: Robert of Arabia. He loved all of the social aspects of Kuwait and went to a couple of diwaniyas, with one of them throwing a dinner party for him!
We went to the dessert one time, (if you can overlook the horrendous amount of trash, litter, and dead animals strewn about) it was fairly nice.
A stroll along the beach brought new seashells for my mother's collection(they live on the beach in SC), and we actually took daily walks in Mangaf amid the cellulose tumbleweeds.
The children loved having their grandparents here and are still lamenting their absence, as am I.
My mother brought with her many books for me to read, and I am really enjoying Hunting and Gathering, a French novel by Anna Gavalda.
I am really contemplating how to go about some sort of clean up Kuwait campaign. I know it sounds terribly naive or idealistic, but really, if one could only publicize pictures of the trashed landscape here, I think some locals might be truly motivated, if only by embarrassment.
Anyway, I hope to be able to start blogging and writing again. My easel didn't make it to KW in last infamous shipping, so I will have to wait for the next one to arrive before setting up shop, so to speak.
BTW, is there such an animal as 'condensed milk' here in KW? I have yet to see it at co-op, Sultan, or Carrefour...and I want to make flan!
Thanks to all for your input for my parents. I tried many of the places suggested. Yall were a great help!
Ta ta for now.
My mother, the artist and introvert, did rather well and only complained of 'too much kissing'. My father, on the other hand, has been renamed: Robert of Arabia. He loved all of the social aspects of Kuwait and went to a couple of diwaniyas, with one of them throwing a dinner party for him!
We went to the dessert one time, (if you can overlook the horrendous amount of trash, litter, and dead animals strewn about) it was fairly nice.
A stroll along the beach brought new seashells for my mother's collection(they live on the beach in SC), and we actually took daily walks in Mangaf amid the cellulose tumbleweeds.
The children loved having their grandparents here and are still lamenting their absence, as am I.
My mother brought with her many books for me to read, and I am really enjoying Hunting and Gathering, a French novel by Anna Gavalda.
I am really contemplating how to go about some sort of clean up Kuwait campaign. I know it sounds terribly naive or idealistic, but really, if one could only publicize pictures of the trashed landscape here, I think some locals might be truly motivated, if only by embarrassment.
Anyway, I hope to be able to start blogging and writing again. My easel didn't make it to KW in last infamous shipping, so I will have to wait for the next one to arrive before setting up shop, so to speak.
BTW, is there such an animal as 'condensed milk' here in KW? I have yet to see it at co-op, Sultan, or Carrefour...and I want to make flan!
Thanks to all for your input for my parents. I tried many of the places suggested. Yall were a great help!
Ta ta for now.
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