Carik kerja jgn tak carik

Penat dah duduk kat rumah. Ada kerja on site, then nak kerja kat rumah.....................

dah kerja kat rumah............ rimas pulak dak............

nak kerja on site balik........

dah ada kerja...................... nak try field lain pulak.............. dah try field lain........ tak suka pulak...

Dah ada bachelor degree........... nak masters degree pulak..............

dah ada masters.......... nak certificate pulak..........

tu teringin pulak nak buat phd............... sib baik dah tak larat............ kalau larat mau nye dia study lagi...

manusia2 tak pernah puas....... macam macam

Visit

I visited a friend's MIL, an old Palestinian lady who live by herself and happen to speak fairly good English yesterday. I was planning for an hour visit but every time I stand up getting ready to leave she kept telling me to stay. I ended up staying for three hours. We had a nice conversation going mainly about her grown children, things that happen in our neighborhood and of course Palestinian food.

I always love to hear her talks about life growing up in old Palestine. Since I can't talk to my MIL this women is close enough for me to get to the real story. About how life is so self-sufficient in the villages. Until now they can fairly live independent of the outside world when it comes to food supply. The abundance of green houses that grow tomatoes, cucumbers, string beans and what not. Turkey and chicken farms right in the village. And of course the grand olive trees that are source of olive oil, soap, moisturizers, and fuel. Especially for villages in Palestine this is true until about 30 years ago. People make their own cheese, bread, tomato paste, oil and soap. They are all made in huge amount at a time and involving quiet a few neighbors. This is to ensure sufficient supplies for months if not a year to come. I guess this is true to some extend to all parts of the Mediterranean at that time. But now even my MIL buys her bread!

They also have their own water supply which is rain water conserve in huge underground containers and of course water wells. The thing that I am so fascinated about is the soap. This is not your grandmother sabun cap kapak although the color is quiet similar.



Picture is courtesy of this website . This is exactly what the soaps my DH brought with him from the West Bank look like. A humongous chunk that lasted forever made by my MIL. There is a particular smell to it not fragrant but not bad either. It leaves skin silky smooth and it helps a lot especially in the winter when skin tends to get drier. When my children were younger I love to use the soap on them especially on the ones that were prone to excema.




I hope to see Palestine soon. It is time for the kids to see their huge bunch of cousins, visits all the historical places of Prophets and people of all nations that had been in there, explore the remnant of the thousand of years of human live, wash their eyes with the beauty of the land and to breathe the air of Palestine.

A little piece of Palestinian history can be found here.

Fishers

Ini gambar municipal complex for the city of Fishers. Ada balai police, bomba and library. Train station and pos office kat situ jugak tapi tak da dlm gambar. Ada library, which is on the top right of the picture. Tapi librarian dia cengih.... boring... pastu tak boleh renew books more than two weeks. Walau pun the building is newer and of course nicer.

Cantik kan the way depa cut the grass!



















We prefer this library. Walaupun kena drive 20 minutes... tak pa. The librarians are nicer and friendlier. Pastu ada computer terminals where you can checkout the books and movies yourselves. They name the computers after the Beatles'. So the librarians will probably say something like "Ringo needs to be serviced.... not doing to well..."

Sahoor

Malam2 cam pukul 9 tu..... mula la........lebihkurang cam ni dialog nye hari2........... with my 10 year old son.

Son1: "Mama wake me up for sahoor ok" ( dari dlm bilik dia)
Mama: ok

After a few minutes...........

Son1: "Mama don't forget o wake me up ok"
Mama: ok (kuat dah sket suara)

About 10 minutes later..........

Son1: " Mama wake me up for sahoor ok I want to fast'
Mama: OK (dah geram la tu)

Pukul 5:15 pagi cam tu..

Mama: Oxxx wake up for sahoor..... (lembut2 la ni)

Son masih di alam mimpi...
Mama: Oxxx wake up......... (sabar lagi)

Son... mengeliat sket je......
Mama... kena persistent bangunkan budak ni........ kang mengamuk lak kalau tak sahoor

Mama: Oxxx wake up.... you said you want to wake up for sahoor.....(sambil urut2 rambut)
Tak de respond dari son...

Mama: You don't want to wake up...
Son: ya (pelan je suara)

Mama: Are you sure?
Son: ya (kuat sket)

Mama: You don't want to wake up for sahoor?
Son: NO NO I want to wake up (terus bukak mata............. baru la fully sedar)

Penat aku....... nak buat cam na!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tapi seronok tengok anak2 so far suka nak puasa.... walaupun kat sekolah dikelilingi dgn bebudak lain yg tak puasa....

one of my friend kata dia nampak budak2 muslim ada la dua tiga kerat duduk kat office baca buku masa lunch... and she said..... They look so proud.... Alhamdulillah hi rabbil alamin