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Are You Ready?

Ramadan. A month so special it refuses to be defined by a specific date of the year. It comes and goes and we wonder how time flew so quickly.I know it is a month of religion where  Muslims all around the world seek forgiveness and acceptance from Allah so eagerly it becomes a month of prayers and Qur’an.

I also understand the importance of the social aspect of this great month: it is the month of family gatherings over food, talk and entertainment. A month where people decide to become generous, to forgive, to share, to be kind, to accept.. People change,some even become so different they’re hardly recognized.

What saddens me the most is the fact that most people think it is enough . Ramadan becomes the month where you do your “duty” and you are free to do otherwise all year long: You don’t have to pray after it ends, you don’t have to be at family gatherings, you don’t have to stop cheating or lying or .. you don’t have to do any of those things until the next Ramadan comes.

People always ask at the beginning of this month: are you ready for Ramadan?

I ask: are you ready for after Ramadan?? are you prepared to keep your daily routine of praying and reading Qur’an? are you willing to stay “good” after this month ends??

Are You Ready??

Even the moon we rarely notice when Ramadan ends

My Passion for Food… A love story

Yes.. I’m in love! Deep, untamed, uninhibited love that runs deep in my veins – and stomach for that matter.

I love everything about Food: the fragrant, irresistible smell; the amazing, original colors and  the rich, overwhelming tastes.

My love for food is not only about eating .. I enjoy cooking -a lot. I love to innovate but mostly I try to learn all the secrets and tricks from a most amazing teacher, Nana (my mom).
I have a theory about food, a theory that all my family shares: “the most important ingredient for any food is love”. This is probably why I do not enjoy food in restaurants. It is impersonal- cold.

I know my passion for food is so obvious, it sometimes embarrasses me. This is why- again- I hate eating in public. I feel like everyone is watching me and I cannot be comforted by Food.

Food is always tempting, always! No time limit, no place, nothing can stand in the way of tasting and getting my fill of my favorite food.

Food is always benevolent: no matter  what mood I’m in, no matter how upset, happy, depressed or enthusiastic, I can always count on food to cheer me up or celebrate with me..

Food is always missed: when the time comes, nothing can replace it or sooth the craving…

I know most people consider Food as secondary to happiness- not me! I think being happy is getting your fill of favorite food in the company of your favorite people. Nothing can beat that, NOTHING!

These days, we hear about the famine happening in Somalia and I believe no one feels their ordeal more than I do!I grieve for them all the time, mention them in every prayer and try to help as much as I can. They know, better than anyone, the importance of food.

I guess it can never be compared to Somalians, but you can better understand how Ramadan is a difficult month for me. long hours of deprivation and longing… Exhausting!! Yet, the promised Heaven is a great motive 🙂

Food is a blessing.. I’m sure and I will always be grateful for it. Alhamdoulillah.

Hello world!

This is my first blog ever! I was, in a way, pushed to do it even though the thought occurred to me  so many times for so many reasons.

Thanks to my sister/best friend Mimi I now have a place to empty my thoughts, feelings and experiences.

Why would I want to go public with that? I figured why not?

Would I regret it? Maybe. Yet what don’t we regret these days?

It happens to be Ramadan now, my favorite  month of the year. Time for religion, family bonding and- well- Food! All the more reason why i love this month. But I have another reason to love Ramadan, a reason of my own. I love it because it’s the month of the moon.

The night I began this blog, I took a shot of the moon  from the kitchen window. Every time I see the moon, I understand all the romantic stories people told about it a bit better. I love the moon for all it represents: a spot of light in total darkness, a stubborn reminder of constant hope against all odds. I love how it changes aspects and shape, how it disappears sometimes then comes back as bright as ever. I love how sure we are of it being there, even when it’s cloudy and its light isn’t that bright. I even love the way it seems to be following us all the time when we are moving never once giving up or letting go, never offended by us turning our back against it.

It doesn’t even bother me that its light is not authentic but borrowed from the sun. Why would it bother me when the sun is casting its rays anyway and all the moon does is reflect some of them to places they are needed.

Thank you Moon. I know you don’t need my thanks nor expect it but I thank you anyway for making our lives a bit brighter.