Sick of Mexican Wolves

November 13, 2009 at 9:40 pm | In Animals, Books, Homeschooling, Mothering, New Mexico, Writing | Leave a Comment

It was a spur of the moment thing and for this one I have to admit that I kinda of, well, okay, I practically commanded S to enter it; the Mexican Wolves Essay Contest.

She loves animals and anything to do with preservation, and this seemed to be such a great opportunity for her. But yeah, I told her to write that essay (which I justified as part of her writing in homeschooling – phew! now another type of writing is covered for this year-> persuasive essay) and enter it in the contest. She didn’t really want to, but I explained the reasons why I think it was a good idea. It was a delicate judgment call on my part, balancing between respecting my children’s wishes/interests/wants and outright telling them to do something even if they don’t feel like it. I don’t really believe in pushing them to do something they don’t really want to do or like to do, but at some point, parents do kind of know best, though I have to admit I feel a bit lousy doing this to her. Well, I guess I’ll justify it by it being part of her writing assignment.

So she spent weeks writing this essay, researching it, making the outline, showing it to me, figuring out the subtopics, showing them to me, writing them down, showing them to me. One of her paragraphs was actually pretty good, and when I told her so, she had this reaction of,

“Are you kidding me?”

But seriously, it was good.

She complained that she didn’t like ‘thinking’. On writing, she doesn’t like the ‘thinking’ part, but she likes reading her writing after she was done with it. As I was reading Your Child’s Strengths by Jenifer Fox, I asked her what she liked about writing. After my ‘interview’ session with her, which she doesn’t really like by the way, it turned out that she likes to work in a team.

For Sunday school, they had to pair up and write about Hajj to send to the newspaper, and S said she enjoyed that because she didn’t have to do it herself. She also like the editing part of writing. That gave me some valuable insights. I love reading. I really do. It opens up worlds.

So, she finally did finish this essay, which both hubs and I critiqued and help edit. By the end of it all, S was just so sick and tired of even hearing the phrase, ‘Mexican Wolves’. They’re going to have an award giving event next week, but we won’t be in town for it (which is pretty nice because the event is held at the theatre and I’d really rather not be there). If  S places anything they’ll contact her. If not, she gets an exercise in writing a persuasive essay. A win win inshaallah.

 

Wilton Cake Decorating Level I

October 28, 2009 at 5:27 pm | In Baking, Cake Decorating, Deen, Family, Kids, Kitchen, Mothering, New Mexico, State Fair | 4 Comments

So, with all the cake ventures, the girls decided to enroll in Wilton’s Cake Decorating class Level I (although S had already taken this class in C-bus). It came about rather accidentally; this plunging into an activity. It all stemmed from our search for the container for my Pandan Chiffon that I was to submit to the Southern New Mexico State Fair. It took me a-googling and I stumbled upon a store in town called Create a Cake, that offers classes. I had emailed some moms in town, in case they are also interested for their girls, and that brought My, whose mom, Sy said that she is interested. So she called the store and asked about the time, price and all those details. Meanwhile, another mom replied to my email and told me that Hobby Lobby offers cake decorating classes too and she knew because her daughters took the Level I last summer. When I asked Hobby Lobby for more details, it turned out that it was way cheaper! $17.50 vs. $60.00(or was it $70.00) and since I was going to have two girls to pay for, I immediately went for Hobby Lobby.

And so it was that I registered the girls and My. for the class. Sy. and I arranged for pick up and drop off so the burden is shared between our two families. Since the class goes right through Maghrib, we told the girls to pray when Maghrib came in. Alhamdulillah they’ve had this experience again and again since we were in C-bus, when they were taking sewing and classes at the Whetstone Rec Center. Most of the times though, hubby would go to them at the salah time, take them out of class and pray with them at a hallway or somewhere secluded. Now that they’re bigger, they’re starting to do it themselves. H, recently, during his soccer practice, excused himself from it and went next to the NMSU swimming pool building to pray Maghrib by himself. It so happened that hubby was in St Louis at the time. Usually, he would be with H and they’d pray together, but this time around, I had TQ, and we had asked a brother to help with picking and dropping H off for his soccer practice, and before H left, I reminded him of Maghrib. He wore his watch, and when he came home, I asked him if he prayed. Apparently, he had asked the coach if he could go for about 5 minutes, and he prayed next to the building.

“Did anyone watch you?” I asked, curious.

“”Well, a man passed by.”

Alhamdulillah he feels comfortable doing that.

N on the other hand, during a 4-H council meeting, fidgeted and fidgeted when she was supposed to pray Maghrib in a corner of the office. I have to admit though that it was probably not easy for her, because at the time, she was the only one who could pray, hubby and H were not there, and the room was also filled with other kids. So, I had to ask the 4-H agent if we could use an empty office room for N to pray in. When she went in, she immediately prayed with no hesitation.

At the cake class, on the very first day, Sy. stayed, so for that day, the girls, (well, N rather) had an adult to pray with, in an aisle in Hobby Lobby. On the second week, they were by themselves, but alhamdulillah all three girls prayed by themselves at the same spot where My.s mom had prayed the week before. They just got up and went out to pray, alhamdulillah. My. however, stopped going to the class because she didn’t enjoy it, so the third week, which was twp days ago, S and N prayed by themselves.

We all had gone out to go to the Imaging Center for my X-ray before the girls’ class. On the way to the class, we reminded them of the time for Maghrib.

“6.30 you two can pray. Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” S answered.

“I can come to you if you want,” offered hubby, meaning that he could come around maghrib time to take them out of class so they could pray.

“They already did it themselves last week,” I said to hubby.

“So you guys can do it by yourselves?” asked hubby.

“Yeah,” they replied.

So, alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah.

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It was during the second week that the girls had to bring an iced cake to class. S practically made her own cake, frosting, and iced it herself. She actually showed and taught me a new technique for smoothing the frosting on the cake; a technique I was not privy to before. N, ahh…N, I had to remind her to bake her cake and practically helped her and baked it for her, though she did most of the measuring. Then S helped her ice it because by then I was too exhausted and angry at N for not taking responsibility for her own deadlines.

When we picked them up that night though, they were not done decorating their cakes and I asked why.

“The teacher was talking and talking and only the last 20 minutes she let us decorate the cake.”

Aha…that is also part of the reason My. stopped going to class after that week.

So the girls finished decorating their cakes at home. They had also learned the technique for transfering pattern on the cake from wax/parchment paper using piping gel; another technique I have never used.

And voila! Their cakes look AWESOME! Mashaallah!

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And what did we do with these two whole cakes? We gave them out to our neighbors and left a container of cake slices at the men’s kitchen in the masjid, with a note explaining its presence attached.

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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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!

 

Red, Blue and White! No, It’s not Fourth of July…

October 14, 2009 at 3:33 am | In 4-H, Family, Kids, New Mexico, Projects, State Fair | 3 Comments

A white ribbon! It was pure white! I’ve never seen a white fair ribbon before. And it came with what? H’s 4H cloth banner, which we had deemed ‘did not win anything’, though I would have given him a blue ribbon for effort!

There was a long line of cars waiting to enter the fair grounds. Everyone was waiting to pick up their exhibits in that one hour window.

“We’re not moving,” said hubby.

So I got down, with the girls and walked towards the entrance, bypassing the cars. Apparently, that’s what some people did too, and as we walked towards the Veteran’s building, some people were walking towards the entrance with their exhibits. It was quite an interesting sensation, because as we passed by some people, I happened to notice a familiar exhibit we saw during the fair, held by its owner, a boy. It was as if we have become familiar with the exhibits such that it was quite exciting to see who the owners were.

when we got inside the Veteran’s building, people were standing in line waiting to get their exhibits back. I patted my jilbab pocket and slipped my hand in  to make sure I had the tag no. for the exhibits. As we were standing in line, I caught sight of a lady holding a clear plastic plate, lined with white paper doily, on which was her baked good, and all of that inside a small ziploc.

Baked goods?! They still have it? I thought, and a surge of excitement ran through me.

I was pretty devastated, well, maybe that was a little dramatic, but I was quite sad to have had miss the Bakesale that Wednesday evening, the day we submitted our baked goods at the fair. I had wanted to snap photos of our baked goods with the ribbons and all. I thought I was never going to see those cakes and cookies with the blue ribbons attached.

So, as soon as we got the kids’ exhibits, I asked the lady in charge of baked goods where the baked goods were, and she pointed me to another section of the building. Lo and behold, on the table were laid all the baked goods, the samples plated on those little clear plastic plate lined with white doily and enclosed in small ziplocs. We looked for ours and found them.

Finally, we saw our baked goods with blue and red ribbons attached to them! Well, more like stapled, but yippee! To top it off, on myBanana cake was also attached a bigger blue ribbon, one of those ‘fancy ones’ S had coveted during the fair day and also an envelope wielding a check! I had won Best of Lot. Alhamdulillah!

With our arms full, we walked back to the entrance, but saw hubby driving the van towards us. It was during our drive back home that we discovered that H had placed third for his 4-H cloth banner. A white ribbon.

Apparently, the string to which the ribbon was tied to was long enough that when it hung off the yarn that hung the banner, the ribbon was hidden behind the banner. I remember even looking at the photos I took of the banner at the fair and couldn’t remember seeing a ribbon. Well, we looked and scrutinized the photos again and finally we did notice the vertical string. Subhanallah…so the kids won ribbons for everything they entered in the fair. Alhamdulillah…

Blue, Red and White ribbons. Flying colors…

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.

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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!

The Great Depression : Dust Bowl, Hoboes

September 25, 2009 at 8:33 pm | In Books, Homeschooling, New Mexico | Leave a Comment

Yesterday we learned about the Dust Bowl. Each child had chosen an aspect of the Great Depression to research, and each child is to present their findings to the rest of us.

Yesterday, S presented her findings about the Dust Bowl. Whatever was not covered, I topped. I had read all the books we checked out from the library pertaining to the Great Depression. Let’s just say it was an incredible learning experience for me personally. One of the reasons I love homeschooling.

So yesterday, the assignment post learning is for each of them to pretend they are someone living during the Dust Bowl years and write a diary/journal entry about a day or an incident/event.

Today, it’s H’s turn to present his findings on Hoboes. Their assignment today is to put themselves in the shoes of the hoboes/tramps/bums/yeags and write a diary/journal entry.

We learned about the different classes of itinerants during the Great Depression years today, namely hoboes, tramps, bums and yeags, and also punks. We had watched (all of us except H) the American Girl movie starring American Girl Kit, which was set during the years of the Great Depression. It really help made things more visual for them, though since H was quite lost when we recalled scenes from the movie, I think we’re going to have to check out that DVD again from the library.

And now that hubs and I have our New Mexico driver’s license (my photo was horrible, wish I can still use my Ohio one) we can start patronizing the El Paso public libraries too inshaallah. This weekend, we’re inshaallah going to Incredible Pizza in El Paso, reserved by the Muslim community for the Muslims as part of our Eid celebration. it costs $100 to get in and get unlimited food and play, but as hubs wrote in response to my email (when I told him he wouldn’t want to do that anyway because it’s too expensive),

“It’s Ciid!”

And Saturday morning inshaallah we will resume our Tennis Sundays which has been put on hibernation in Ramadan.

So far the books we have been using for our study of the Great Depression are:

Dust to Eat by Michael L. Cooper
The Story of the Great Depression by R. Conrad Stein
Growing up in the Great Depression by Richard Wormser
Life During the Great Depression by Dennis Nishi
Welcome to Kit’s World 1934 by The American Girls Collection
Timelines 1920s & 1930s by Gail B Stewart

I found more in the LC public library collection, so the kids should have more first account narrations (even if fictionalized) to read inshaallah. I’m just happy they are taking to this studying of American History with at least some apparent interest. What a difference compared to how they took to studying history with OHVA. Alhamdulillah.

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.

35:
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 28: Al Baqarah

September 18, 2009 at 3:04 pm | In Al Huda Institute, Eid, Family, Homeschooling, Kids, New Mexico, Quran, Ramadan | 6 Comments

Day 28! How fast time flies. We’re already bustling with Eid preparations. I particularly feel it. It’s not easy trying to prepare for Eid the Malaysian way (where you want to have Eid food ready on Eid day, before you go off to Eid salat) while also wanting to keep up the ibadah the last days of Ramadan and attend Eid prayer on Eid. Hubby likes to have people over for Eid, and even though he says make something simple, I can’t. it’s probably more for us than for the people, I think. This year, S expressed her desire for Pulut Kuning on Eid. I’ve always made it for Eid since we came the United States. I’ve always made rendang too, but this year, we don’t have esay access to boneless cut beef, so no meat rendang this year. I did cut up some chicken before Ramadan, so this year inshaallah, I will be making Chicken Rendang for Eid. I’m also planning to make the Shortcut Murtabak inshaallah, since we have a lot of spring roll wrappers in the freezer.

On to today’s ayah. We reviewed the ayah that starts talking about the history of mankind. I even recited it slowly and told the kids to listen carefully and understand it from what they have learned. I figured that this aspect of the Quran (story) is particularly interesting and enticing to them, so it’s worth repeating a lot of times.

Because H was cutting off the crossword puzzle clues from the paper airplane and gluing them onto the crossword puzzle before we started this morning, he already knew what today’s ayah was about.

34:
Muhsin Khan: And (remember) when We said to the angels: “Prostrate yourselves before Adam.”. And they prostrated except Iblis (Satan), he refused and was proud and was one of the disbelievers (disobedient to Allah).

“Today’s ayah is about Iblees,” he proclaimed.

What we learned:

Allah is literally now commanding the angels to serve human.

Two kinds of behaviors:

  1. Behavior of Shaytaan – arrogance
  2. Behavior of angels – obey Allah immediately

Which one do you want to adopt for yourselves?

All this while Allah has just informed the angels of the placing of humans on earth, and the angels responded, but now they start serving humans

The prostration is of honor and respect

This kind of prostration to human being is no longer allowed in our shariah. it was allowed before (e.g. Prophet yusuf alaihis salam) but not anymore.

RCPDay28NewrIblees: root ba lam seen. iblas, balasa means to be shocked, lose home, completely despair. Some scholars said that Ibless has no hope for the mercy of Allah anymore. Many times we have this feeling too, of,

I’m so messed up, ruined, bad.

And that may lead to us giving up and persisting in more sins because ‘we’re so messed up already anyway’, but Allah reminds us of His mercy so many times in the Quran, and in fact in our daily life. Bismillah ar rahmaan arraheem, if you say this before you do anything, you’re reminded. Al fatihah, reminds us of Allah’s mercy. We’re so enveloped in Allah’s mercy! And no human beings will be perfect. Even the prophet saw whose heart was cleansed physically twice, made mistakes. Kids pointed out the surah abasa incident. So, Allah will forgive. We just need to ask, and keep asking.

RCPDay28HzaAbaa. Root: hamzah ba ya. Abaya – to refuse harshly.

wastakbar. wa + astakbar. Astakbar. Root: kaf ba ra: kibr – to be proud.

Iblees was tested. He was a devout worshipper all along such that he was included among the angels. But when Allah gave this command, he rejected it and immediately became of the kafireen. Lesson for us: apparent worship is not enough if your heart is not submitting.

RCPDay28SkiAbout arrogance. Someone whom you know to have less knoweldge than you may come and say something that is the truth. How will you respond? With arrogance? or with humility, seeking the truth and not looking at the person but looking at what is being said? The manner of the angels: Subhaanak! (they glorify Allah) Laa ‘ilma lanaa ilaa ma ‘allamtanaa! (they mention their shortcomings). Apply this to us:

“You’re right. I was wrong.”

The kids were able alhamdulillah to give me the meaning of the words. They’re pretty easy words, but I think by now inshaallah they have gotten the hang of extracting root words thus gettinga taste of what I learn in my TQ classes every week. Alhamdulillah!! Though, after this, we’re inshaallah doing Khalid Ibn Waleed unless they ask me to continue on surah Al Baqarah (which would be very good review and studying incentive for me).

Now on to me finishing up my Quran reading, which now reminds me of this. This morning, as I was reading surah Mujaadilah, H was sitting right next to me. I was struggling with some words and as I paused, I heard him slowly reciitng them under his breath, even before I recited them.

“Do you memorize this?” I asked him.

“Yeah!”

“You memorize Juz 28 already??”

“Yeah! I’m in Juz 27 now!”

Oh…now wonder hubby was saying H is almost 5 juz, but I just said,

“Yeah, but he hasn’t done much reviewing. Does he even remember the old ones?”

We really need to sit down and come up with a schedule for his hifdh at home. Oh Allah, please help me with this.

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.
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