Natural Yarn Dyeing

October 28, 2009 at 4:26 pm | In Art, Community, Family, Homeschooling, New Mexico | Leave a Comment

I think every homeschooling mother agrees that when you’re homeschooling, you tend to take opportunities of  free programs. That was what we did when hubby forwarded me some information on free programs offered by the NMSU museum on campus on a Saturday afternoon. kenthallNS

So we went, and as we entered the open compound of Kent Hall, we saw some tables set with the materials needed for dyeing yarn with natural colors. Apparently, it was going to take about half an hour, so they told the kids to pick a bunch of off white yarn, choose a natural dye color, submerge their uncolored yarn in that color solution and go inside the museum to have a look see while the yarn absorbed the dye.

yarndyebowlNSN chose the blackberry, S chose the grass and so did H. The visit inside the museum was pretty informational. I never did like museums as a child, and even now, I don’t really love them either, but at least I have that curiosity now, as compared to before. There was a lot to learn about the Navajo in the museum, and gorillas, and old coins. By the time we went back out, their yarn was pretty much done.

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H's green - from grass

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N's pink - from blackberry

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S mixing her colors

They had brown from juniper, but none of the kids chose that color, and they had turmeric for yellow. S later dipped her yarn in the turmeric and made her yarn a mixed color. I love N’s blackberry which tunred the yarn a nice deep pink, and the grass green, oh, just perfect! Inside the museum we also saw other natural dyes used to color yarn. Pretty interesting stuff, but I don’t think the kids took to it that much. Oh well.

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Yay! We're done! Back to the van!

 

Blue Ribbons for All!

October 2, 2009 at 8:38 pm | In 4-H, Baking, Community, Family, Homeschooling, Kitchen, New Mexico, Projects, Sewing, State Fair | 4 Comments

Our schooling got put on hold (well, depends on what you define schooling as though) the past few days because we were busy whipping up baked goods for the state fair. As we had decided weeks ago, the kids were to do their practice baking individually before Eid, and then the actual baking for the fair days before the fair. Though S decided to make Dixie Pixies for the fair instead, because making the Meringue Bubbles turned out to be more work than she had bargained for.eidcookiescompiledNS

On Monday, we went to the fairgrounds and submitted the kids’ 4-H projects for the non-livestock exhibits. I had hubby drive us there because I wasn’t familiar with the road and it involved going on the interstate (and I hate highways) so that come Wednesday, I could drive by myself. We saw a lot of great youth entries, mashaallah!

That same Monday, S made her Dixie Pixie dough and refrigerated it, while N made her butterscotch brownies. We had gone out that Monday morning though, so there was only like a few hours for both girls to bake their stuff. When I came down from my much needed nap, N was pouring her brownie batter into the pan lined with waxed paper hanging over the sides. I told her to scrape all the batter off and replace the waxed paper with aluminum foil, which H claimed to be ‘finished’. This boy searches with his mouth rather than his eyes.  But by the time she was done doing that, there was no time left for her to bake it in the oven before we had to go to the fairgrounds to submit the 4H project items, so I told her to refrigerate it and bake it when we come home. That she did, and alhamdulillah that turned out ok. Otherwise, she’d have to bake it again the next day.kidsbakedgoodscompiledNS

Tuesday, H started making his cookies after Fajr, and so did I, with my Pandan Chiffon and Cordon Rose Banana Cake. S also baked her Dixie Pixies. I was completely exhausted that day, as I not only baked one of each type of cake, but two; one for us and one for the fair. At first i decided not to bake the second banana cake becuase I was too tired, but if I didn’t I’d have to bake it the next day, right after Fajr. I thought of the hassle that would produce, as we had planned to leave for the fair around 8:30 a.m. So I ended up baking both banana cakes that day. Alhamdulillah I did.

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We had spent Monday morning shopping around for a container for my Chiffon. That brought us to a cake store I came upon on google; Create a Cake. It offers cake decorating classes too. I emailed some moms in town about this in case they are interested for their girls, and a fellow homeschooling family expressed interest. Sv. called the store and told me that the class is a 4 week series, for $35 but the decorating tools are $25 and the book is $5. That would mean about $60 per child. Just yesterday, I called Hobby Lobby and found out that their cake decorating classes, by Wilton are cheaper, so I signed the girls up along with their friend My. As for S, she also attended the Off the Wall two part quilting session, pretty last minute yesterday, along with her friend My.

I was fasting that Monday and I just decided to use a foil pizza pan and wrap the chiffon in plastic wrap instead of driving around town to continue looking for cake containers that are tall enough to accomodate a Chiffon. So on Tuesday, that’s what I did, and oh boy, how ugly it looked. But since the fair will not return the containers we put our baked goods in, it makes good sense (at least to me) to send in such an economical solution.

While I was folding the egg whites into my egg yolk batter for the Chiffon, S stood by and asked questions. So I showed her the folding technique that is meant to minimize air loss in the batter, for Chiffons depend on the air whipped into the egg whites to rise, and if you mess that up, you will not get a Chiffon. It is also important to have the egg whites pure from any yolks, for if there are, it won’t beat up to stiff or soft peaks. Chemistry lesson right there. I wish some chemistry experiments in high school involved baking. That would have been scrumptious!

By evening, we were all done. Then N had to exercise some clumsiness. While trying to move the containers in which they had nicely arranged their cookies, she managed, yes, she managed to drop both hers and H’s. Result: H’s Pecan Shortbread Melts broke in unsalvageable crumbs! H at the time was at soccer practice. I was not too happy either, because I knew how hard H had worked on that, which included chopping the pecans very finely. Let’s just say I was very very very frustrated at N’s lack of care (not just in this, but almost any other time) in doing things (anything except her drawing).

crackedpecanNSWhen H came home, of course he wasn’t very happy either. But he got over it pretty quickly and decided to put some pieces that are broken (not whole, but missing some parts) to replace the completely destructed ones. He didn’t want to make another batch. To be honest, I wouldn’t have wanted to either. So, for sure, we though he was not going to win a blue or any ribbon for that one. What a shame…Qadr Allah.

Wednesday arrived, and we followed our planned schedule. We also brought along My, S’ homeschool friend. We had partly packed our backpack Tuesday night, so Wednesday morning was not that hectic alhamdulillah. The drive to the fair was alhamdulillah fine and dandy, despite my abhorrence for highways.

“Make sure you read your duas, kids!” was my reminder everytime we go out, but that day, it was especially emphasized.

Hubby had also recently bought S a cellphone, which is only to be used for calling him in cases of emergencies or urgent needs. So I felt a little better having that with us, because I don’t have one, and don’t really wish to have one.

H, N and I walked to the Special Events Building to submit our baked goods, and we left S, My and sleeping Baby Z in the van, parked on the Carnival grounds. It was not till later that I realized I had parked in the wrong area! I thought I was following the man’s instructions, and with puzzlement wondered why the heaven he’d tell me to park on the carnival grounds. Apparently, I was supposed to drive further up front and then turn right to a parking lot for the Special Events building. So H, N, and I had to walk quite some ways with baked goods in our arms to the Special Events building.

Subhanallah, there were a lot of entries! A table was loaded with decorated cakes by youth, by high schoolers actually, and they were just amazing! Mashaallah!

As I signed the kids’ baked goods up, the lady in charge asked,

“Your husband works for the extension?”

“Yes,” I said as I continued to fill in the forms. She probably recognized it from the kids’ last names.

“I’m G. I work with him, he’s our extension person.”

And it turned out that most of the people in charge of the Baked Goods section are the extension people working with hubby.

fairgrdscompiledNSWe spent the morning browsing the fairgrounds. Our first stop was the Super Scientific Circus show. I love it because tricks were performed but he also explained the scientific reasons behind it. He also showed us how to make a boomerang from a pizza box.

Our next stop was the petting zoo. Baby Z was kissed repeatedly by a very friendly Llama. He was not too happy about it.

Our plan was to roam the fairgrounds until the judges were finished judging the baked goods, at 1 pm. Since I had TQ class at 3:30 pm that afternoon, I had to leave the latest by 2 pm anyway. We ate our snacks, whom S had prepared the night before; amsll ziploc bags of banana cake and Chiffon, Baby Z’s pancakes and bananas, and of course our water canteens.

We went to the Veteran’s Building, where they had the exhibits. Lo and behold, subhanallah, S and N’s picture frame were awarded ribbons!

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S got a blue ribbon and N got a red ribbon(second place). H didn’t get anything. 2009Oct2Nikon 300I felt pretty bad about it because I know how hard he worked on that cloth banner.

4hexhibitscompiledNSWe went to the 4H building too and saw some great items done under 4H projects by the 4Hers. More ideas for the kids. I love those exhibits as they also gave me and the kids ideas of what to enter in the next year’s state fair, as well as what to make for their science and history projects. In fact, I took N and walked with her along the exhibits, showing her some displays or projects to give her some ideas for her Science and History projects, which she was having some trouble with.

That day, I also learned a lot about wool spinning and weaving. RIght outside the 4H building was a booth and sheep pen. Two ladies were spinning yarn, and they beckoned us to come so we did. I ended up learning a whole lot about the whole process of weaving, spinning.

  • First, the sheep is sheared
  • Then she’d hand pick the dirt, grass from the freshly sheared wool
  • She would wash them on a special screen submerged in a big tub of water, but has to be careful not to aggravate them too much or they will turn into felt
  • Then she’d dry them on that screen
  • It’s then carded so the fibers all run in the same direction (we stopped by a booth of the Farm and Heritage Museum and the kids actually tried carding some wool with the combs. It was NOT easy!)
  • The dry wool would then be spun into yarn on the spinning wheel. It would take her about 1-2 hours to fill the bobbin
  • The yarn can then be woven into a shawl

woolboothcompiledNSShe told me about a competition called Sheep to Shawl where they would work as a team. The sheep would be sheared and they would skip the washing and drying stages and jump straight to the spinning stage and then weaving. According to these ladies, it takes 5 people to hand pick the dirt from the freshly sheared wool, and 5 spinners to keep up with one weaver. I can only imagine how the competition goes. It must be nerve wrecking but amazing to watch! Maybe something like Iron Chef.

These ladies also told us about wool’s itch factor. it depends on the wool itself, but sometimes, if the wool was processed commercially, where acid is used to clean and dissolve the dirt as opposed to the dirt being handpicked, the resulting sweater then becomes itchy. That was a precious information that was very interesting to me. I love that visit to that booth!

We stopped by some NMSU’s Science exhibit buildings too where the kids got themselves some astronomy posters and brochures. Then we went back to the exhibit building to wait for the baked goods to be done judged and put on display. When 1 pm arrived and no one from the Special Events building seem to be entering the Veteran’s building, I sent H to peek inside the Special Events building to see if they were done judging. He came back and told me there were only a few people there and they seemed to be done judging. I couldn’t afford to wait any longer since we had to leave soon, so I went with H to the building. We appraoched the adult baked goods table first, and to my surprise, I saw a blue sticker on my Chiffon. chiffonbigNSI then looked for my banana cake and subhanallah, another blue sticker!

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As we approached the youth baked goods area, a lady hailed me,

“Hello!”

It was another of hubby’s colleague whom I had met and been introeduced to when we first moved here. I had actually talked to her over the phone before we moved. Hubs had referred me to her to ask questons about housing in this town. She was very helpful mashaallah. She apparently has been to Jordan a lot of times and is quite familiar with Muslims and Islam. May Allah guide her. Ameen.

Well, it turned out that she and another of hubby’s colleague, whom H said we had run across in Albertson’s a few days ago (and said to hub that she thought he has 6 children – me included as one of his kids. Don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or insult, but I think I’ll take it as the former) were just done judging the baked goods for the youth. So we looked for the kids’ baked goods. Again, subhanallah, it seemed to be blue ribbon days for all of us! Alhamdulillah! H’s broken Pecan Shortbread Melts got a blue sticker! pecanbluestickerNSN’s brownies got a blue (well, they had put yellow because they had run outof blue stickers) sticker! browniesyellowstickerNSAnd so did S’ Dixie Pixies! dixieyellowstickerNSH’s Double Chunk Choc Chip cookies got a red sticker! It was a multiple win!

chochip[redstickerNSAnd to think the kids had been reluctant to enter any baked goods in the fair when I suggested it. I had to coax them.

“Just enter. You guys bake a lot anyway. Why don’t you just enter. You never know, you might win.”

Alhamdulillah they did!

And to also think that I was quite iffy about entering anything either! Alhamdulillah I did end up making the Chiffon and Banana Cake. It was a Blur Ribbon day.

The only downside to all of this was that they were only going to put the baked goods on display later on that day, which meant that we were not going to see them displayed because we had to leave early. So I snapped pictures before we left. No blue ribbons. I guess blue and yellow stickers would just have to do!

We also didn’t get to hop on any rides in the Carnival because they won’t open till 5 pm that day. I emailed hubby, suggesting that he might want to go with the kids later on that day, and take pictures of the baked goods on display and so the kids could attend the carnival too, but at the mention that he’d have to pay for the tickets again, he said no. I figured as much, so unfortunately, the kids didn’t get to ride on any of the carnival rides. Alhamdulilllah either way.

Well, alhamdulillah for everything. I guess, we will continue to ‘dabble’ with the state fairs from now on. 12 years in the US and I never once bothered about state fairs. Interesting how 4H led us to it, and for our first involvement, it was a pretty good turn out! Walhamdulilah, wallahu akbar!

Eid Mubarak 1430

September 22, 2009 at 10:19 pm | In Community, Eid, Family, Kids, New Mexico | 4 Comments

We always used to have an open house on Eid, specially for the sisters and brothers who don’t have plans on Eid. This year seemed to be no different as hubs is always inclined towards the younger brothers, so when I asked him if we’re having people over on Eid this year, he said yes.

I started planning on Tuesday or Wednesday. I started cooking on Friday, continued on Saturday and by Eid day I was ready but quite tired. Sunday we had people over. Alhamdulillah it was great. We used to have people over in our 2 bedroom apartment in C-bus so this year, the amount of extra space available really made a difference. Alhamdulillah. I only wish my C-bus sistahs were here to enjoy that extra space.

Eid prayer this year was different than what we’ve had in C-bus. First of all, we didn’t have to bring our sejadah to the prayer place. Even before Eid I was somewhat lamenting on who would be the imam. I wanted the brother who led the taraweeh to lead because of his beautiful recitation, but hubs said that the imaamah and khaatib are two different departments. he’s only involved in the imaamah, not the khutbahs. They had asked him to give Friday khutbahs but he had responded,

“I’d rather be the janitor.”

Fitnah-inducing role that is, the khatib, in this community at least.

Also, we didn’t really have to rush to the prayer, as we’ve had to do every Eid in C-bus, as the masjid was just about 4-5 minutes away (if we get all green lights). We even let Baby Z sleep more (as he was wailing most of the night before because the kids wanted to sleep in their own beds so they would wake up in their own beds on Eid day, so the sleeping arrangements were abruptly changed for Baby Z, who doesn’t want to sleep with anyone other than S, so I couldn’t do anything much) before waking him up.

But, just like in C-bus, as soon as the imam gave salam and started the khutbah, the women got up and showered each other with Eid wishes, rendering the room too noisy for the rest of us to hear the khutbah. What bristled me was the fact that S got up too to find her friends. I told N to find her and get her back. In my mind I was thinking,

Did this girl forget all those years in C-bus when we would remain sitting after the salam to listen to the khutbah?

So she sat next to me and remained sitting until the khutbah was over, even though in the midst of it, she turned to me and said,

“I can’t hear anything.”

I couldn’t either, but that gave us no license to just get up and join in the noisemaking.

Alhamdulillah though some sisters shushed and for a while we were able to listen to the khutbah. After it was all over, it was eating time. I rushed out to the van to get the gifts for the older girls as hubs had instructed me to do right before we went into the masjid that morning. Baby Z was playing with my keys and as I went out the door, I heard a car’s alarm going off. When I got out there, I saw hubs by the van and it turned out it was our van. I guess when Baby Z was fiddling with the keys, he set off the alarm all the way from the women’s side!

As soon as hubs unloaded the van with the gifts and gathered them in a corner of the masjid on the men’s side, kids swarmed him. I laughed as I saw him attempt to fend the kids off all the time people were eating.

The kids all got their gifts and the mothers loved the eco gift wrapping, but by the time we were about to go home, we found out that baby Z didn’t get his gift. Somehow, somewhere the kids had probably just snatched baby Z’s gift bag and took off with it despite me writing on the card attached that it was for Baby Z. H looked for it but couldn’t find it. Hubs was also saying that the kids were just grabbing the gifts despite the guarding. Oh well, alhamdulillah ‘alaa kulli 7haal. It was not meant to be for Baby Z then, I guess. Alhamdulillah he is still to young to realize he had no gift.

The rest of the day was spent having company over all the way till Maghrib. Baby Z slept on the way home and slept all the way till Zuhr, alhamdulillah. The kids hung their pinata which they had stuffed with candies the night before, but they didn’t bat it. They only did so the next day, but instead of batting it, they threw it to each other to break it. And now we have a housefull of candies. We did give some out to the kids who came, but we still have a lot.

I’m still not used to eating much after Ramadan, and I sure hope this habit remains inshaallah. In all, we had a pretty nice Eid, alhamdulillah. The kids did complain about not having their friends over though. I really do think, that were my C-bus sisters here, they probably wouldn’t miss their friends on Eid. Ahh…different place, different crowd, different demography. Bit by bit I think I’m getting used and being more accepting of the changes here, though that doesn’t mean I no longer miss my sisters in C-bus or being in C-bus. I think about C-bus most of the time still, but time does something to you, it somewhat heals. Alhamdulillah.

Ramadan Day 29: Al Baqarah 35 -36

September 21, 2009 at 3:57 pm | In Al Huda Institute, Community, Eid, Family, Homeschooling, New Mexico, Quran, Ramadan | 2 Comments

Belated post, understandably, but I still have to do it, even if it is on the second day of Eid. It would be a shame to have one day short of these Ramadan lessons we’ve managed to consistently establish with the tawfeeq of Allah throughout the blessed month. Alhamdulillah.

It was Saturday. Friday I was busy cooking the murtabak filling and Chicken Rendang. Not knowing when Eid will be for sure, I froze the chicken rendang, also because there was not much space in the fridge. I decided to do Saturday’s and Sunday’s ayah together, because Eid might very well be on Sunday and I wanted to finish all the ayah I planned to cover.

By now, the kids have gained some familiarity with Quranic words, especially those that are repeated. So I simply said the words in Arabic and waited for them to say the meaning in English.

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Muhsin Khan: And We said: “O Adam! Dwell you and your wife in the Paradise and eat both of you freely with pleasure and delight of things therein as wherever you will, but come not near this tree or you both will be of the Zalimun (wrong-doers).”

uskun: Root seen kaf noon. sakana means to be still. Sakinah means tranquility, peace. In peace there is stillness.

Kulaa is a little tricky for them. akala = eat. Kula = you two eat.

raghadan: Root ra ghain dal. Raghad means to be pleasant, comfortable, freely,  and it’s also used for letting animals graze freely in a patch of pasture. Adam a.s. and his wife Hawwa was free to eat anything in Jannah, however much they want with no restrictions.

taqraba: root qaf ra ba. qarb means close. In Malay, Rakan karib means best friend. Karib is from Arabic Qarb though in our accent we don’t say the k as it should be in Arabic, unfortunately, which could very well change the meaning.

In Islam, we’re not just not allowed to do the haram, but we’re forbidden to een coming close to the haram. The kids and I, we churned out some examples of what some haram things are, and we conjured up ways one could accidentally slip into the haram by just being close to it.

Pork: You go to the grocery store and you have this curiosity to look at the ham.”Ew, yucky.” “But I wonder what it tastes like.” Oops!…you slip.

We did examples with alcohol, music.

S then told me of an exchange she had with her friends about music, after she asked me if music is haram, to which I said yes.

“X said that only wind instruments are haram,” she said.

So I explained about the duff and told them about kompang, which is used in Malay weddings. They were pretty  fascinated and disgusted by the explanation of how it is made.

“So what did you say?”

“I still said we cannot.”

For a quiet and relatively ’shy’ and reserved girl, she’s pretty strong when it comes to stating the truth. I’m surprised. Alhamdulillah. May Allah preserve her in her goodness and strength. Ameen.

On another note of reflection, it’s also amazing how Allah began with informing all that is allowed, and then restricting it to one haram. Even in our lifes, there are so many halals but a few specified haram. A mercy from Allah indeed. Subhanallah.

36:
Muhsin Khan: Then the Shaitan (Satan) made them slip therefrom (the Paradise), and got them out from that in which they were. We said: “Get you down, all, with enmity between yourselves. On earth will be a dwelling place for you and an enjoyment for a time.”

fa”azallahumaa: root zai lam lam. zalal : to slip, to make a mistake. There is a saying, ” the slipping of a scholar is the slipping of the whole ummah. I asked the kids what they understand by this, and they responded,

“Because the people follow the scholar.”

ihbiTtoo: root ha ba Tta. Huboot means to descend either by choice or by force.The form is changed to plural instead of dual, which has been the case in the few previous ayah (referring to Adam a.s. and his wife). This is because Iblees is included in this command.

ba’dhukum liba’dhin ‘aduww: some of you for others are enemies. Shaytaan will be enemies to humans. Or humans will be enemies to humans.

mustaqarr: root qaf ra ra. qarr means cold. When one is cold one doesn’t want to get out of bed, and would rather stay in the warmth and comfort of one’s bed or home. It also gives the meaning of temporary. Temporary dwelling on earth.

mataa’ means anything that is necessary to live.

I folded some murtabak in the spring roll wrappers and then left for grocery shopping with Hubs and H, leaving S and N folding the rest of the murtabak. When we got home, the murtabak were all folded and stacked neatly ready for frying.

The girls were invited to a Henna party in the evening, so hubs dropped them off while I stayed home cooking meat curry to go along with the Pulut Kuning or Murtabak. When Hubs called after Isha and said that Eid is on Sunday, I immediately started making the Gado-Gado peanut sauce and cutting the vegetables. It had been a long two days.

The girls didn’t call us to pick them up and when it approached 11 p.m. I was restless. I finally called them when I was pretty much done cooking. Let me just say that that night, they received two doses or more of scolding and reprimanding from hubs and I for ‘forgetting’ to call us to pick them up, and even ‘forgetting’ to ask a friend who lives not so far from us to take them home when they were about to leave. They were the last ones to leave and I was not very happy about their lack of guest etiquette.

Hubs said, “I told you. Don’t you notice how your mom doesn’t really like it when people stay over too long. That’s how other people might feel too.”

“Of course they won’t tell you to go home.”

It reminds me of surah hujuraat, and it also reminds me of the article I wrote for SISTERS titled Mind Your Manners on the etiquette of visiting. So imagine my chagrin when my own girls do not observe this etiquette. Ahh…well, one has to make mistakes and zalaal in order to learn. I hope they learn from this ’slip’.

Their hands though were henna’ed. Pretty nice. Personally though I still prefer the Malay style of henna; dark reddish orange on the first third of the fingers. I used to sniff the henna on my fingers in high school when I got bored in class. Even after a while, the fragrance was still sniffable. Now, if only I can get my hands on some fresh henna.

Ramadan Day 27: Al Baqarah 33

September 17, 2009 at 2:33 pm | In Al Huda Institute, Baking, Community, Eid, Family, Homeschooling, New Mexico, Quran, Ramadan | 2 Comments

The night of the 27 was last night (depending on when you start fasting of course!). I got tired of reading the same surah by myself at home so I chose to go for taraweeh at the masjid last night. On the way out, I got sucked into a conversation that led to,

“They believe that lailatul qadr is on the 27th.”

Hubs said that a lot of people wanted to sleep in the masjid last night. It was a weekday too. Even during weekends, the people are not too eager to sleep in the masjid, but on the 27th night, they want to.

Lo and behold, last night there was rain, lightning, thunder. It poured! If last night was not lailatul qadr, it just serves right people who only pick the 27th to increase in worship and slack the rest of the 10 days. May Allah not deprive us of the good. Ameen. And Allah knows best.

This morning, I started realizing that we should start getting the house ready for Eid. We’ve been too busy with the Eid Gift-ing that I actually didn’t realize how close to Eid we are. Today is N’s Eid Cookie-ing day, and as I type, she is cleaning up. Barakah indeed when you start doing work in the early hours in the morning. By 8 a.m. her pan of Butterscotch brownie is already in the oven. Subhanallah!

The History of Mankind in the Quran:

  1. First Allah informed the angels that He was going to place on earth a human being.
  2. The angels asked why, as human beings will only cause corruption and shed blood on earth.
  3. Allah says He knows what they don’t know.
  4. Then Allah taught Adam the names of all things and asked the angels to tell Him the names of those things if they are truthful in their claim.
  5. The angels respond by glorifying Allah and mentioning their shortcomings and then praising Allah again.
  6. Allah told Adam to tell the angels the names of those things, and after Adam did, Allah said to the angels,
  7. “Did I not tell you that I know the unseen of the heavens and the earth and I know what you disclose and what you conceal?”

RCPDay27Today’s ayah:

33:
Muhsin Khan: He said: “O Adam! Inform them of their names,” and when he had informed them of their names, He said: “Did I not tell you that I know the Ghaib (unseen) in the heavens and the earth, and I know what you reveal and what you have been concealing?”
  • Difference between nabaa and khabr.RCPDay27Hza
  • ghayb. Two types of ghayb:rcpday27newr
  1. General: what we can’t see in general, including people who are not in our vicinity
  2. Specific : things that we have to believe in like the six pillars of Iman
  • tubdoona: root; ba dal ya. Buduw – to reveal. Badiya is used for desert because the desert is open and you can see everything in it. If you are above it, you can see everything, as opposed to flying over a forest. You can’t hide in a desert if a helicopter is searching for you from above.RCPDay27Ski
  • taktumoon. Root: kaf ta meem. Katama – to hide
  • Allah told the angels He knows the unseen, the future (that human can do good on earth too and not just corruption)
  • Adam is preferred over the angels because of knowledge
  • The importance of knowledge again is highlighted. How can one perform hajj if he doesn’t know how to do it?
  • A seeker of knowledge is better than a worshipper. Why?

H answered spot on: “Because he can make dawah.”

  • A worshipper benefits mostly himself, but a seeker of knowledge benefits the ummah. One way or another a seeker of knowledge will spread the knowledge even if to one person.
  • Having knowledge also guides your actions.
  • E.g. given to kids: You know that a person walking, aprroaching a group is supposed to initiate the salam. You happen to be in this situation, so you do this.
  • Another e.g. given to kids: You know that shaking hands when meeting a believer will make the sins drop from your hands. You do this when you meet a fellow believer.
  • In this worldly, in terms of worldly things, people look up to people having Ph.Ds, professors, teachers. Even the wealthy look up to them, because of the knowledge they have.
  • What about Islamic knowledge then? Long ago, they used to travel for months to seek and learn about just one hadith.
  • Now, things are made so easy for us. Traveling to Houston for us might take about one day plus driving (and even then we all know how quite difficult that is, from our past visit to Houston), but it’s still relatively easy to what the sahaba and tabien had to go through.
  • The seeker of knowledge has to give up many things in order to seek knowledge, even some extra acts of worship, but he is of higher status than an ardent worshipper.
  • Worshipping is not just worship alone, but also seeking knowlegde.
  • The hadith of the ants, fish in the ocean all making dua seeking for forgiveness for the seeker of knowledge with sincere intention.
  • The angels conceal “We are worshipping you oh Allah. Isn’t that enough?” And Allah tells them that He knows this.
  • The worship of angels and mankind is different.

Eid Gift-ing

September 16, 2009 at 1:48 pm | In Art, Community, Eid, Family, Kids, Projects, Ramadan | Leave a Comment
Wrapped in one of the scarfs

Wrapped in one of the scarfs

This year, somehow, we’re caught in the whirlwind of buying children’s eid gift for the masjid. I didn’t plan for this, and I had hoped to avoid shopping in Ramadan especially the last 10 days, but I got sucked into it. But I’m done with it as of yesterday alhamdulillah. I consider it part of our general ibadah inshaallah, so may Allah accept it from us. Ameen.

Our closet under the staircase is filled with toys and gifts for the kids at the masjid. Our next challenge now is to figure out how to present these gifts. There are about 50 kids. Yesterday, after coming home from the doctor’s (s and N are sick) I went to Dollar Tree to look for an economical solution to this. Hubby is against it completely. He said,

“Just write their names on their toys like they did last year.”

But I’m thinking ‘ihsaan’. When you want to present a gift to someone, you don’t just give it ‘raw’, do you? So I came home with no solution unfortunately yesterday.

wrapgiftsNSBut after voicing out my empty idea bank, S came up with some ideas. Use fabric. Our scraps of fabric that have been stashed forever. I also googled alternative gift wrapping, and came up with a wealth of information and ideas!

I particularly am taken by Furoshiki. Reminds me Oshin and Kaoru during my childhood. Malaysian may know what I’m talking about if you’re reading this. *smile*

10 Ideas for Pretty Alternative Wrapping by Mighty Girl, I just came across today, but she has a lot of great cute ideas too!

This cereal boxes idea is great too, though for our purpose and scope (which is 50 gifts to wrap!) this won’t do.

And I just LOVE this. Thanks EnviroMOM! This is what we started doing yesterday, and the girls LOVE it! S wraps the gifts, cuts fabric strips into ribbons, and N makes the name cards,

N making the name cards

N making the name cards

tied with a yarn to the wrapped gifts. When hubs came back, we told him, and he told us to come up with color coding for the different age groups.

giftsonshelfNSSo by Isha, S came up with the color coding by the ribbons. Rainbow is for ages 1, 2, 3. Checkered is for ages 4, 5, 6. Green is for ages 7,8,9. Yellow stripes is for ages 10,11, 12 and above. Pretty good mashaallah. We decided to wrap the girls’ gifts with cloth and the boys, just with ribbons, since, (quoting S)

“They don’t really care anyway.”

Ay (our friend from Columbus who recently moved here) gave us a bag of beautiful scarfs and hijabs, and we actually utilized this yesterday in our gift wrapping activity. Especially for the bigger girls. Two-in-one kind of thing! Alhamdulillah!

giftsinbagNSI love this going green thing! So do the kids, apparently, as they started resuming the wrapping activity right after they are done with our Ramadan lesson for today.gift2NS

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Some gifts bagged in cut and sewed bolster cases - courtesy of S

Some gifts bagged in cut and sewed bolster cases - courtesy of S

Ramadan Day 24: Al Baqarah 30

September 14, 2009 at 8:55 pm | In Al Huda Institute, Community, Eid, Family, Homeschooling, Kids, New Mexico, Quran, Ramadan | Leave a Comment

I started with reciting Al Baqarah from the beginning and stopping per ayah to recall the meaning of the words we covered. S was still sleeping as she fell sick yesterday and is not fasting today.

30:
Muhsin Khan: And (remember) when your Lord said to the angels: “Verily, I am going to place (mankind) generations after generations on earth.” They said: “Will You place therein those who will make mischief therein and shed blood, – while we glorify You with praises and thanks (Exalted be You above all that they associate with You as partners) and sanctify You.” He (Allah) said: “I know that which you do not know.”

Today’s ayah starts the story of the history of mankind. Today’s lesson encompasses a lot of information and root words. S is going to have to catch up somehow. Maybe she can catch up by reading this post.

What we learned (and may I say that H is pretty serious and earnest when there is no S to rack up negative behavior with, since N is pretty quiet and unperturbed. It also helped that she was probably too sick to play around and not pay attention…hmm):

When wa izh comes at the beginning of the ayat, it gives the meaning of, “Remember that incident..”

We take it as a lesson that when we are about to do something, especially something that involves other people, we should inform them about it, and not just do it and then exhort them to do their part or get involved. Allah is giving us an example here of how He told the angels of His plan, and especially so (my reflection, not from my notes) because the angels are going to play many roles in the life of humans.

taj’aloo ; root jeem ain lam, meaning something whose state is changed. The exact meaning depends on the context, but here it means to place.

RCPDay24NewrKhaleefah; root kha lam fa. Khalf means to come behind. Imagine a line of people, one standing in front of the other. When the first person goes away, the person behind takes his place.

Thus it also gives the meaning of succeeding:

  • generations succeeds other generations
  • rulers succeeds each other

It also gives the meaning of deputy:

  • a deputy work for someone
  • we work for Allah
  • a khalifah as in the time of the khulafaa in the Islamic empires, were deputies of Allah to the people

nusabbih7; root seen ba 7ha, means to swim/fly. When one swims or flies, one is moving very rapidly as opposed to when walking. This gives the meaning of moving far away. When we make tasbeeh, we are removing all the negativity thrown by the people to Allah, far, very far away from Allah.

The beauty of the zhikr is that first we negate all the negativity, removing them very far away from Allah, we glorify Allah this way with subhanallah.

Next, we heap ALL praise to Allah, by saying Alhamdulillah.

Then we declare than Allah is greater than. Akbar doesn’t really mean greatest. it is superlative thus meaning greater than. Greater than what? Than anything you can imagine. And when we make salat, and say Allahu Akbar, we are saying that Allah is greater than anything we are doing at that moment. When the azhan is called, we hurry to make salat because Allah is greater than anything and everything we are doing at that moment.

nuqaddisu; root qaf seen dal, quds means to be far away. Baitul maqdis is called such because it is very far away from Makkah, thus is called the Far Away House. Qudus also gives the meaning of purification because when we purify we are purifying such that all filth is removed very far away.

Subbuh7un quddusun is magnifying the glorification of Allah by removing all negativity and more…

RCPDay24HzaThe angels were asking not as an objection, but they were asking because they wanted to know more. You can tell when a persin is asking just to find faults and to criticize or if the person is asking becuase he sincerely wants to know. E.g. I gave, “Why do you homeschool?”

One point of reflection from me: Allah had determined that Adam was going to be placed on earth even before he was created. This completely dispels some notions that blame our existence here on earth to Adam’s slippage from paradise, and even those notions that blame Eve. Of course this is not in Islam but I mentioned it to the kids anyway, because sooner or later they will come across those notions. They’d better be well prepared.

Before mankind populated the earth, the jinns roamed the earth and they were the dominant species. They created so much corruption that that’s why the angels said this about mankind when Allah told them about its creation.

Some of the wisdom behind the creation of mankind:

When humans do good, it can be a LOT of good. A human who enter jannah is even better than the angels, because the angels were created to obey Allah and worship Allah all the time, with no free will, but humans were created with free will. So when human is able to conquer his nafs and shaytaan, that is a huge accomplishment that raises his status more than an angel’s.

It is to test iblees. Contrary to some popular opinions, iBlies was not a fallen angel, but he was of the jinn who was obedient to Allah so much so that Allah placed him with the angels. So when the command forprostration to Adam was issued, it became a test for Iblies.

“Something in him just snapped. Imagine, he was worshipping Allah before and when Allah told him to make sujud to Adam, he snapped and said, ‘No way,’”

“And it’s the same with us, Allah may put us now in an easy situation and we obey Him. For example, Allah may make it easy for Abi to go to the masjid because our house was so close to the masjid when we were in C-bus. Then suddenly if Allah wants to test Abi, and us, He might make us live far away from the masjid to see if Abi will still go to the masjid as he should. And this is a test for not just Abi, but for us too. What will we do? We will see and we can think and we can do something. So when a person is tested, it also tests the people around him.”

Allah tests a person to see how true he is to his commitment to Allah. (I can go on about this with the word fitaan, but that was not part of the lesson I did with the kids this morning)

On another note…

The masjid here is organizing an eid gift event for the children whose parents sign them up. We are buying our kids’ gifts this year. I actually didn’t want to because I don’t want it to be an Eid tradition whereby then it becomes like Christmas. Gifts should be given anytime, throughout the year and not just on speaial occasions, but since we didn’y give the kids any gifts last year, we decided to give them gifts this year, just so they won’t feel left out when the rest of the kids at the masjid receive their gifts on Eid Day. So began our hunt for the kids’ gifts yesterday.

I had asked them, as soon as hubs and I decided to buy gifts for them. We were on the way to WalMart after dropping H off at his soccer game. Oh, and this merits a mention too, for our bad memory later on (for sure). This was H’s first soccer game for this season and it’s smack dab in the hot noon time in New Mexico, in Ramadan. I told hubby that he could have just told the coach to exempt H from the noon games until after Eid, but hubs said,

“He’s still young.”

I personally don’t quite like the idea of H giving up his fast for a soccer game that could have been postponed or skipped, but alhamdulillah (don’t know if it’s reverse psychology of us expecting him to break his fast after playing soccer, though it is not our intention as reverse psychology) he completed his fast despite playing 2 quarters in the high noon sun.

So on the way to WalMart, I asked the girls,

“Do you want us to buy your gifts or do you want to get them yourselves? If you get them yourselves, it won’t be a surprise though.”

After some thinking and deliberation, both girls said they want us to get their gifts.

“What about H? Do you think he would like to get his gift himself or for us to get it?”

“I think he’d want to get it himself. Because he can choose.”

When I asked him later on, he said for us to choose. S said he wants a bicycle. That boy’s Wish list is long. I know bicycle is one of the things he covets.

So hubs and I went shopping on Sunday, and I’m pretty sure we attracted a lot of attention, if not to us, then to our cart that was loaded and almost overflowing (some stuff did fall out) with toys. At both stores too. And even that, we haven’t bought toys for all the kids on the masjid list yet. Today, I went out with H to finish up purchasing those toys. We went to Walmart, loaded our cart with toys. I was checking of the kids’ names on my list as we browsed the toy aisles. When we got to the cashier, she commented,

“Is it someone’s birthday?”

“Uh..no, we have a celebration after a month of fasting, so it’s for all the kids at the mosque.”

“Oh, really!”

Then we headed to Barnes & Nobles and got armloads of toys and games, and then headed home. As I type, those bags of toys are sitting along our foyer. I’m too exhausted to go and sort them out. But I do know that I have 4 more girls to buy toys for. It’s fun, and the kids have agreed to help wrap them up for Eid. I consider this our sadaqah even though it’s not our money (will be reimbursed), but the time and sweat inshaallah. May Allah accept this from us. Ameen.

Homeschooling on the Run

September 2, 2009 at 6:32 pm | In Community, Family, Homeschooling, New Mexico | 2 Comments

I lately find that our homeschooling works really well, in fact better when we are on the run. At one appointment for Baby Z, I brought H along, while the two girls stayed home. I told him to bring his writing books, and while waiting, I showed him how to write up the body of his report from his notes, and as he did hiw work, I recited Quran (yes in the waiting lounge) in a very low tone, as low as I could do while also hearing myself. Then, when we were called in, while waiting for the Dr to come in the room, H continued his work. By the time we were home, he was done with that part of his report.

Yesterday, hubby decided to get our driver’s licenses done, so we went to the DMV, and as usual, the line was agonizingly long, but we stuck it out anyway. The kids had brought their school books along, all working on their respective reports. (They had to do a report on a chosen topic out of the topic of interest for the quarter. S’ was tsunami (from Mysteirous Places. SHe had chosen Atlantis), N’s was digestive system from The Human Body, and H’s was Beam Bridges, from Building, Bridges etc). Again, while waiting, I showed N how to write up her subtopic paragraphs for her report as S worked on her own. She pretty much knew what to do. Alhamdulillah for her attending S.T.E.P. when OHVA offered it for two years in a row. That saved me a lot of work. Alhamdulillah. It was a long process, but not painful. We were there for about 2 hours. By the time we were done, N was done with the body of her report, H was done with his whole report, introduction, conclusion and even title, and S was almost done with her report.

Now I see how homeschooling can really work when you’re running errands or waiting at the doctor’s office. I actually love it, because it gives a sense of accomplishment to the day, and it also makes us feel like we didn’t waste time. Alhamdulillah.

Today, I had them continue with their report, and we also did a lesson on triangles. I’m using Math Wizardry for Kids, which has a lot of fun activities for kids involving math. I dislike to use the exercise appraoch to math, so I try to make it as interesting as possible, and so far, this has worked quite well alhamdulillah, though they still have to do the exercises after doing the activities.

Today, they learned about the different types of triangles, how to measure angles, and the property of a triangle with regards to angles. We also learned an extra information about the Zuni people’s rainbird, which is based on many different kinds of triangle. Amazingly, it’s here in New Mexico! I also inserted the story of the dua asking for rain during the time of Umar when talking about the rainbird, because apparently, the Zuni people believe that the rainbird has power to bring rain, and this information needs some tauheed grounding to accompany it.

So alhamdulillah, so far so good. Alhamdulillah…My mind feels much much more at peace knowing there is a better Quran teacher ready to take over my role in Sunday School. I had talked to her recently asking if she could replace me, and since she has tajweed certificate, I have no more business teaching Quran to the Sunday School kids! Alhamdulillah!!!!

Welcome to Texas! Part I

August 4, 2009 at 10:05 pm | In Community, Family, Kid Talk, Travel | Leave a Comment

It was hubby’s idea. Seriously. He was the one who brought it up.

“If you’re so pressed, we can go to Houston so you can see them.”

I never thought we would go to Houston just so I could see my dearest Columbus sisters who are attending Ilmsummit. Then, subhanallah, how Allah makes everything fall into place so beautifully, my dearest friend Id, who is basically one of the very few (and I’m not exagerating) Malay friends I closely keep in touch with through the phone, happened to move back to Houston from Alaska.  We also had our last El Paso session of Divine Link with Sh Yaser the week before last, and the thought of going to Houston also brought up the possibility of seeing him there.

Then, a few weeks before this planned but not yet confirmed trip to Houston, the local masjid announced a camping trip that was to take place that very same weekend. I was crestfallen. To be completely honest, I didn’t want to go on that camping trip, especially after thinking and getting excited about seeing my dear sisters in Houston. I have missed my sisters so much. The environment of good company, the conversations revolving around ‘ilm and reflections, and not to mention the green that we encountered after passing the Chihuahuan desert on the drive to Houston. I miss all of that. Ever since we moved here, I haven’t had much of those types of conversations.

Back in the van, I asked the kids,

“So do you want to go camping or do you want to go see K, Az and Aa in Houston?”

Lately, the kids, especially S have been so against traveling. I had mentioned of traveling to Milwaukee. They groaned.

“We don’t want to go anywhere!” they exclaimed.

In my heart, I can’t help thinking,

How can they want to stay here in this desert? I would take any opportunity to travel out of this town!

Their answer really surprised me, and left me feeling as if I was embraced by the warmth of good sisterhood.

“We want to see K, Az and Aa!”

“All of you?” I asked.

“Yes!”

I couldn’t believe my ears, so I asked again,

“You don’t want to go camping?”

“No.”

“There’re too many people.”

“If we go camping, I want it to be just us, and maybe another family.”

Wow! I never thought they thought that way. But what mattered to me the most right then was that their choice made it even more likely that we would go to Houston!

And so it was that we planned to go to Houston on Friday morning. it would be a 12 hour drive, though hubby did bring up the idea of going there on Thursday so we would have more time in Houston.

Hubby had to go Milwaukee the week before, and only came back home on Tuesday morning at 2 a.m. The next day, Wednesday, he had an exam and had to go to work right after. However, when he was in Milwaukee, he said to me,

“I think we should go on Thursday instead. Since it’s quite a drive, we might as well, spend some time there and not have to rush.”

That Thursday, I had two appointments to attend. One appointment was for Baby Z’s allergy evaluation in the morning, and the other one was for his speech therapy results in the afternoon. It was going to be a hectic day. As we usually do, we had started packing days before, so by Thursday, all our clothes were packed. All that was left was Baby Z’s food and other stuff. Suffice it to say, we ended up staying at the doctor’s office from 10 am to 1 p.m. May I just say, I hate doctor’s offices. That left us scrambling to drop library books at the library and picking up the girls’ pottery pieces from the Art Museum. To add to that, I had to drop off the prescription for Baby Z’s epipen and albuterol at the pharmacy. May I say again, I hate doctor’s offices.

After everything, I got home at 4 pm and took a nap. Hubby came home and woke me up around 6 pm. 7 pm plus, we set out for Houston.

Near sunset as we were approaching El Paso

Near sunset as we were approaching El Paso

The trip to Houston itself is something to write about. To sum it up, we slept in the van at a rest area, drove through several downpours in the dark of the night, lit only by successive lightnings, woke up to sunrise in the Chihuahuan desert, drove through some wonderful lush green hills, stopped at a Travel Plaza and showered (5 bucks to get the key to the shower, two small soaps, and a towel) ,drove through heavy downpour as we entered Houston, and missed the Friday prayer, but got to meet who we wanted to meet. It was all worth it.

I had worried that Baby Z wouldn’t be able to sleep in the van (hubby’s idea, not mine) thus rendering us all sleepy zombies in the morning. But as it turned out, I was the one who couldn’t sleep. For 4-5 hours, I sat in the van, tried to get into a comfortable position to no avail, stepped out and went to the public restroom to wash my face, looked at the glass encased map of where we were (we were nowhere, or should I say, somewhere in Texas) only to have a huge bug creep under my hijab at the back of my head. It was frustrating to say the least. Nevertheless I thank Allah for giving me the tawfeeq to grab that opportunity to make dua and be patient. Too bad I couldn’t pray. When Fajr came, hubby woke up and they prayed fajr and hubby continued driving. I on the other hand, fell asleep right away. Still too sleepy, hubby stopped again at another rest area and slept. This time, I was able to continue sleeping as well, walhamdulillah.

That stop at Chevron where we showered was really a blessing. As the water trickled down my head and face, I couldn’t help thinking what a blessing it is to get to shower everyday. I felt rejuvenated and increasingly excited to meet my sisters in Houston.

Though one incident did somewhat mar the drive; we ran over a hare that night. The kids were asleep, and I was almost falling asleep. Suddenly, right in front of my eyes, a desert hare, a jackrabbit, I suppose started  to hop across the road. It was as clear as day as our headlights shone on it. We were probably going at 70 miles per hour and before I knew it, we heard a small thump underneath us. I bolted upright, gasped in horror, and turned to hubby. He looked tired and merely raised his eyebrows. Good thing the kids were sleeping. For the rest of the night, (that was before I was struck with insomnia) I mourned the dead hare. My younger brothers would have whooped,

“Roadkill! Roadkill!”

To Be Continued…

Resuming Tennis Sundays

July 2, 2009 at 8:14 pm | In Community, Desert life, Family, New Mexico, Sports | 1 Comment

ntenniscourtNSAlhamdulilah, after going to countless garage sales, in which we stumbled upon tennis racquets, we are able to resume our Tennis Sundays. I had noticed a lack of tennis courts here in town, and asked around. One Sunday morning, while the kids were still sleeping, we checked out a court nearby, that hubby learned about through a brother. It had a playground nearby and that Sunday, we I guess, officially resumed our Tennis Sundays after the move. I have to say I still miss Whetstone Park though.

One of my Quran students told me of another park, Young Park, that also has tennis courts. For a couple of Sundays now, we have been going to that park, which is definitely bigger and better. While hubby and I played tennis, the kids played at the playground, rollerbladed, and played tennis on the other court. All the times we have had our Tennis Sundays, it has been quite late, because we waited for Baby Z to wake up. By 8 or 9 am, it’s already hot here, though we still played till well past 10 sometimes. ztennisNS

Since Sunday school has been pushed back to 3 pm now, I have a little more time between tennis and Sunday School, alhamdulillah. Though it is still hectic the past few Sundays because the community had potlucks, so I ended up exhausted one particular Sunday because tennis was followed by being in the kitchen all the way till we had to go to Sunday School. There is definitely no dearths of potlucks in this community, alhamdulillah, but I can honestly do with less of them, just to save myself some energy.

kidsriverNSLast Sunday, after tennis, I told hubby,

“Let’s go check out the river. Sy says it’s nice.”

So we drove around looking for the Rio Grande, but ended up on the wrong side of town. I called Sy and asked here where the river was, and before long, we were there. It was huge. Though I have to say I foolishly imagined it to be more clean and pristine. Like those in pictures or paintings. Wishful thinking. The park nearby was nice too, though the river is a little bit out of our way. I noticed a bike trail there too. The kids clumbed a tree for a few minutes, and then we went home.

It was a restful Sunday alhamdulillah. No rushing to get ready for Sunday School or frantic cooking and worrying about potlucks. I wish there are more Sundays like that.RGtrailNS

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