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 This is just a flow of words from my fingers. I just jot down the words that come to my mind. This might have many grammatical, punctuation and other errors, please help me correct those if you find any.   Thank you kiyasama for the lovely banner! Please read these two entries if you are new to my blog:"My Song-Who am I?"  "I'm melting!! And no Thunderbolt :("
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Thank you Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ   and StephBee  for giving me a perfect reason to Blog. Us Muslims will celebrate our second largest religious festival Eid-Ul-Azha on this Saturday, 7th June. It’s a festival of sacrifice. On this day, we sacrifice cattle, goats, sheep or even camel for Allah. It’s actually sacrificing all the selfish instincts inside us, and becoming better human beings. To give you a bit of religious background for those who don’t know: Our prophet, Ibrahim (Abraham), loved Allah more than anything else. So, to test his faith, Allah sent him a message: “Please sacrifice what you love most, for me.” Ibrahim loved nothing more than his only son, Ismail. (Sorry can’t remember the English name). Ismail, on hearing about the message, agreed to be sacrificed for the sake of Allah, instantly. However, when Ibrahim took Ismail to the place to be sacrificed, the sacrificing knife spoke to him: “O prophet, Allah is satisfied with your love. You don’t have to sacrifice your son. But sacrifice THIS instead.” A Ram (Large sheep) appeared, and Ibrahim sacrificed that instead. All this happened around 1400 years back. Since then, to mark the significance of the day, Muslims sacrifice one or more of the animals mentioned previously. Usually, here in Bangladesh, we sacrifice Ox, goat or sheep. Normally, huge cattle markets are set up usually a week before Eid day. Various shapes and sizes of animals (alive and moving) can be bought from there. There are a few rules about sacrifice that MUST be followed, otherwise the sacrifice will not reach Allah:  That animal can never be a female, or pregnant. If so, then the person sacrificing, would be charged with the sin of murdering a mother or would be mom, instead of the good deed of sacrifice. Sacrifice should be done for the satisfaction of Allah, not to show off. The person slaughtering, must start with a prayer, and must ensure the death of the animal is as painless as possible (there’s a system for this), otherwise, again, the person sacrificing will be charged with murder. Divide the meat in three equal parts: one for underprivileged people, one for all your relatives, and one for you and your family. On Eid day, we also give children and people younger than us a little token of money, called Salami or Eidi, along with other gifts, they love that! That reminds me, let me go prepare a little envelope of Eidi for my 11 year old nephew. I saw a lot of cattle purchased, and a lot of goat to be bought, when I went out today. System is, buy the animal at least two days before the festival, or if you really can’t, at least buy a few hours before sacrifice, so that you can take care of the animal, make it a loved one before sacrifice. I can hear a lot of “Moo” from the neighbors as I write this. Our Mr. Moo is with my sister, everyone taking care of him. And as we Greet on Eid Day: EID MUBARAK!   |
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Thank you StephBee and Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ for giving me a perfect reason to blog.Since I was a wee little girl with two ponytails on either side of my head, I knew I’d want to be a teacher when I grow up. I learned my first alphabets while teaching my dolls. Now at 39, I work as an ESL Instructor. I have to teach people 18 years and older, things like IELTS, GRE, GMAT, and also SAT English. Some of my students do call me Ma’am or Teacher. However, mostly they are like: “No, not Teacher, you’re more of a friend or an Apu”elder sister”. Please don’t be formal with us. So yes, I’m a sister figure around them. Colleagues would often smile when they discover me checking papers with one or two students either hugging me from the back, or resting on my shoulder. “Mother Bird”, they call me. But the classes I enjoy most are the Kid’s English courses. It feels great being a positive part of a little life. Children know I love them, and they love me right back, even more. However, here in Bangladesh, some parents consider single ladies as a “bad omen” or bad influence for children. (Not all, only some). So, when some parents learn I’m 39 and I was never married, they kinda crook their noses at me. So, even if I want to work in Primary, middle or high schools, I don’t. Because here, school means satisfying the parents more than the students. But I do have one kiddo, a cute little 11-year-old chubby cheeked angel called Ahsina, who I teach online. The very first week I had her, 2 years back, I was drawn to the girl. Also, when her Mommy got to know I can never be a mother, she just pushed the girl into my hug and went: “There, take mine, help me raise her into a good human being. Don’t ever think you’re childless anymore, as you have her now.” I started teaching Ahsina after a long time today, and instantly she was jumping with joy: “Miss I missed you!” The mother went: “We left no stones unturned looking for you.” Having a student who loves me with all her heart, is a true blessing, Alhamdulillah! |
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Thank you StephBee and Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ for giving me a great reason to blog.I keep battling with a chronic pain 24/7, every single day. I have a birth defect. I was an anemic, underweight preemie. A life saving injection had turned one of my legs shorter than the other. My left leg and foot keep swelling up, pain travels to my back, sometimes also to my lower body. I always have to keep Bengay, Moov, Voligel and all other painkiller ointments handy, and apply those every two hours or so. I’m highly allergic to Ibuprofen, so Advil or Inflam 250 are poisons for me. I’ve developed a habit of writing at least three things I am thankful for everyday, one way of remaining positive when pain tries to take over me. So, what am I thankful for today? My hands and Eyes Allah has given me the ability to breathe, for almost 40 years now. My eyes look at my family, enjoy watching the rain, or my plants. I also have 4 caring siblings and parents too.My hands write everyday, do crafting, or sometimes cook. I’m so thankful for that, Alhamdulillah!  The little bits of everyday joy The colorful glass bangles I adorn my wrists with everyday, my morning tea/coffee, or the chorus of sparrows coming from my balcony all throughout the day. All these things make me smile.  My ability to love I might not be physically perfect, but I’m not fake. Whenever I love someone, I love with all my heart. I’m very used to being the Apu (elder sister), Khala (maternal aunt) and Fupu (paternal aunt). Depending on the bond, I can also turn into the little sister or child, like the way I enjoy being the little sister of Noisy Wren   or THANKFUL SONALI Magical Days!  here on WDC. I’m a keeper, and I’ll keep you very close to my heart if you want to be kept. I have five young adult nephews and nieces from my own siblings. Cousins have already made me a grandparent too. So, you’d often see a person or two on my lap, sleeping, or listening to stories as I stroke their hair, humming a tune. This is bliss. Yes, I am 39, I don’t have a PHD like many of my friends, I am not a biological parent. Still, I cherish everything Allah has given me. So, what are you thankful for? |
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and Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ for giving me perfect reason to blog.I am a real bookworm, I really enjoy reading more than anything else. So, what are my most favorite books?  Anne Frank’s Diary: This is always my all time inspiration. I first read it back in Grade 7, and fell in love with it. I was wondering how someone could be into hideout, with none to talk to, still survive with just a diary. This made me look at life from a different, more positive angle, especially during the COVID scenario. The Little House Series (Laura Ingalls Wilder) I am the youngest of 4 sisters and 1 brother, so I can always relate to books with three or four sisters in it. Also, the vivid natural descriptions, the animals, Laura and her sisters, everything seems so “Me!” Too bad I don’t own these books.  Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)Boy, I am such a carbon copy of Jo March, just too bad I don’t have a Beth to take care of.  Jane Eyre (Charlotte Brontë) It takes courage to fight with life the way Jane did. Also, that loyalty in love cannot be seen these days. It Ends/Starts with us (Coleen Hoover) Growing up with an abusive parent is not easy at all, then again, having a toxic partner like Ryle? Wow! Talk about struggles! Bravo, Lily Bloom. |
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