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Hello there,

Some of you might know that the holy month of Ramadan started a few days ago but for most of you that don’t know what Ramadan is, let me tell you a little bit about it.

Ramadan is the ninth month of the Lunar Islamic calendar. Compared to solar calendar, the dates of Ramadan change, moving forward about ten days each year. It’s the month of fasting, in which Muslims refrain from eating, drinking, smoking and indulging in excess or ill-natured; from dawn until sunset. The main purpose of this holy month is to teach you patience, modesty, spiritually and to bring you closer to God. During this blessed month Muslims ask forgiveness for past sins, pray for guidance, help resisting everyday evils, and try to purify themselves from self-restraint and good deeds. They even pay compulsory tax called Zakkah to the poor or less fortunate at the rate of 2.5 percent for all their savings of the year. It is also the month in which the first verses of Qur’an arrived to prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H).

For a large number of people, the common concept of fasting is that the rich must realize the sufferings of the poor and the pitiful conditions in which they live in.

When the first day of the following month Shawwal starts, Muslims celebrate a holiday called Eid ul-Fitr (Eid means “festivity” in Arabic, while Fitr means “to break the fast” and can also mean “nature” from the word “fitrah” also, according to my dad “Fitr” means charity given to poor on Eid based on every member of the family).

Now let me tell you how we celebrate Ramadan and Eid in my house.

As you all know I’m from a Muslim Indian family that’s settled in Kuwait, so our way of practicing Ramadan is a bit different from Arab’s, but that doesn’t mean we worship any differently from other Muslims around the world, it just has a pinch of Indian culture in it.

Alright, let’s begin with the pre fasting meal. Pre-fasting meal is a meal we have a few minutes before dawn. It all depends on how you’re body and mind work and how you prepare yourself by eating whatever you feel will help you survive the day. I’ll just give you an example: I eat something light before fasting, have a glass of milk and that’s it for me, I’m full. My dad on the other hand, has a complete meal and my mom; she’ll just have some cereal. And that’s our pre-fasting meal. Some people just drink a glass of water and fast too.

Honestly speaking, I never realize how time flies during Ramadan, because we’re all usually busy with praying or preparing for “Iftar” or “Fatour” or the breaking of the fast and it’s quite fun around the house too. Some people get a little cranky from fasting, and sometimes it’s fun to annoy them a little, like my brothers do to my mother. For me, Ramadan has that feel to it, that thing that just makes you so happy that everyone is around and good stuff is being made, everyone is praying together, there’s this energy around the house that just makes everything feel… great.

Okay, now let me tell you how the “breaking of the fast” is done in my house.

Usually, almost every Muslim, break the fast by eating a date, and drinking some Zamzam (holy water for Muslims) or just some normal water. Now the date I just mentioned there, is NOT a date where you go out with someone, it’s a small tropical fruit or a dry fruit with a long seed/stone in it. Here’s a picture of it It’s mostly found in the Middle East since it only grows in desert areas. It’s really delicious; I always break my fast by having it and drinking some water.

Anyway, that’s how you break the fast in many houses. In my house, after breaking the fast by having a date and we also have a lot of other items to eat. I’ll tell you exactly how our dining table looks with all the items (mouth watering already). The first thing that I look to eat (after breaking the fast of course), is fruit chat! Yep, that’s right. There’s this really cool dish made in my house which I adore. Its some fruits (apple, banana, orange, pear, grapes, guava etc) chopped into small pieces and mixed with some spices, it’s really yummy. Then there’s the usual Indian food that my mom makes which is; sambosa’s, potato chips, chicken soup, and a lot of other stuff, I don’t know how describe. So basically, it’s like a feast every day in my house.

So, here was a little info about Ramadan and how Asmi celebrates it.

Hope you guys liked it.

With love,
Asmi

P.S. I would like to know what you guys think about this blog and if you have any questions feel free to ask me.

Hey guys!

How’s everything going there? How was the summer and how does it feel to go back to school?

I’m pretty bored lately, not as busy as I was before so I’m going to be writing a lot. 

Life’s the same for me; the bumpy road that it used to be. I’ve figured out a lot of things about myself and about everyone else around me. I have become emotional lately, very, very emotional. Maybe it’s because half of my family is not over here to spend the holy month of Ramadan with me. But it’s also very interesting. Even in boredom I discover a lot about me.

Describing what and how I think about life in the simplest words is difficult for me now. Not because I don’t have enough words, but because I have way too many of them. You can use a whole dictionary to describe everything that happens in life and it’ll still not be enough. Everyone has a different way of thinking, everyone is different and thus, life is different from everyone’s point of view. I’ll try and give you an idea of what I think about it now.

It’s a journey to me. You start off great, in a pleasant weather; have just a few of your favorite things that are very dear to you. Looking up at the sky and the beautiful, mesmerizing things all around you that just puts a cute smile on your face. The amazing people, flowers, butterflies, sun shining bright and the smell of the wind; gosh all of it just leaves you in awe. You’re so lost in the lovely light of the day that you don’t realize how it’s soon going to get dark soon and things might just not be as pretty as they seem right now. You’re just so hypnotized and lost in your thoughts, in those peaceful faces, in your dreams of always being as happy as you are that very minute that you don’t sense or realize that there’s a big storm on its way to shatter all your imaginary castles and to break each and every bone of your body that speaks for your strength and liveliness.

Finally the angry storm arrives and it’s so deadly, probably the most pain you’ve felt in your life. And you’re looking around at the people that have just disappeared or hid somewhere behind trees or somewhere, anywhere which was safe. Leaving you out by yourself, all alone, and facing the crazy storm all by yourself. It’s highly damaging your body, your heart (‘cause there’s no one there for you) and even some portions of your soul (for some odd reason). Breaking all your dreams and everything which were a possibility for your wishes to come true. And you’re trapped, there’s nothing you can do to make it go away, or to hold you precious belongs close to your heart or to do anything at all. Things that were the world to you are gone. The people that you thought would’ve helped you are hiding somewhere to save themselves and you know you can’t blame them.

Gradually storm goes away, leaving you helpless, shattered and left with no hope for better days. You are left with nothing but what’s on your body (clothes) and a few things that are in the pockets of your jacket or pants maybe… still there’s nothing else to do than to go forward, there’s no other option, you can’t go back, you have to keep walking. So with whatever’s left of you, you begin to walk slowly with one step at a time, then you give up and somewhere in those wild forests you fall asleep under a tree, so tired and so empty, you sleep for hours.

The dawn breaks slowly and you feel a palm feeling your forehead. A touch so cold and gentle that even in the pain you’re in, you have a smile on your face. Somehow, little by little, that special touch heals all your broken parts and makes every little pain of your body go away. You begin to open your eyes and see the most dazzling figure in front of you. They hold your hand and give you support and encourage you to stand on your feet. Help you up and make you feel like they’ll be there if you fall back, or if you need a shoulder for support to put your arm around and walk slowly. You know that you can blindly trust that one person for they will be there for you if you need them. With a broken smile on your pretty, dried and chapped lips you begin to walk with a bit of valor, you feel that if there’s another storm ahead, you can face it if you have someone so supportive and strong beside you. Slowly you start walking hand in hand and your smile is back, that beautiful smile that described your identity, which showed how much you love, to love. And you’ve never felt that way before; this is the time when you’re as happiest you could be. You feel complete somehow and also there’s that little fear deep down inside, which tells you that you’ve given you’re everything to the person that healed you soul, that showed you how to smile and be happy again, without even giving you any special lessons. You know that person could destroy you, in a way which is worse than death. And it may be close to impossible for you to get over that heartache after the disaster you’ve been through but you begin to walk faster. You know, you’re willing to take that chance at least one time, so you slowly begin to run hand in hand with them towards the path that leads to a fruitful land. Where no pain, no sorrow, no misery will be seen.

With hope you begin to run faster; in the joy of not being alone anymore. You run faster, with your hands in the air feeling the beautiful wind and the scent of love. You feel that everything that you lost in that storm aren’t even close to what you have right now, in your hand. You run faster and faster to be lost in your own fantasy of a “happily ever after” but as you look back to see the person that might’ve showed you a new way to look at life, you see that they’re a little behind you, but still running along with you. You’re still running alone and that magical person a bit more behind now… you’re running and you know you can’t stop now but hope that the person will catch up with you in this journey that has taught you life changing lessons…

I guess I’m at that point where I am hoping to not have to face the storm again. And hope is the only solution to many of my problems. But the journey isn’t over yet… there are still more storms and dark days to come along with sunny and joyful ones. So I guess that’s what makes life so interesting.

Hope you don’t find this blog too weird.

With love,
Asmi

At some point in life you’ll realize that everything around you was just fake. The life that you thought was so great and magical was just an illusion. The illusion you believed in hurt you terribly. And the terrible pain from the past just won’t go away. The past keeps messing up your present. The present gets even worse than the past. Confusion occurs and you get frustrated. You feel like breaking each and everything around you. You feel like crying for hours. You feel you’re lost forever. Then out of nowhere a person appears in your life. A person who’s just a friend at the beginning but somehow becomes more than that as time goes on. You get addicted to that one person, you depend on them and there’s nothing more amazing than spending time with them. You feel so comfortable with that one person that you tell them everything about you. All the pain, secrets, everything that you hid from everyone, you tell them to that one person. And that person does the same. No matter what happened in the past, you know that nothing will change your feelings for each other.

Although you’re two different people, you become one in heart. There’s nothing you would want more than being with someone who understands you so well that sometimes you don’t even have to say how you feel, they just know it. Sometimes words aren’t even said and you know that they care. You don’t expect anything from each other, you just wish to be talking for hours and spending time together. You know that if something goes wrong and you need someone to back you up, that special someone will be there. You feel complete…

“Bend and shape me I love the way you are. Slow and sweetly like never before. Calm and sleeping we won’t stir up the past. So discretely we won’t look back” – Doesn’t remind me by Audioslave.

I know the song doesn’t exactly go with the writing, but that’s what I was listening to while writing it.

With love,
Asmi
P.S it’s just some random writing.

Hey guys,

I miss Kidzworld a lot lately, I really wish I was a bit younger, lol. Anyways, there’s nothing new in my life, just a few big changes. I’m starting to take big decisions in life and sometimes my parents don’t agree with me but I’m not a kid anymore, I should decide what I want for myself.

The job thing is going well, although I think the pay is not that great.

Marlow and Sheraa are doing good as well.

I got a new haircut, and changed my look completely.

The other day Frank (badinfluence) was on K.W from my laptop and I was sitting with him, watching him chat with Cody the new mod and I think he’s pretty cool. I think he’s one of he happiest moderators we’ve ever had. He’s like, always cheerful and fun, which is very good. He reminds me of the old mods somehow. So does Ryan. Ryan is the kind of mod everyone can get along and it’s super fun to pick on him. Ninja and I were like, so good at it. Ryan must’ve hated me, for how mean I was to him, but hey, he’s not an angel either, he was mean too. Sarah is a cool mod too, she’s really sweet and kind. She’s the sweetest mod ever. I just miss Kidzworld a lot lately. I’ll write a blog about the old mods some day soon. Cody Banks and Ryan should make sure they read it.

Alright, a big shout out going out to all my friends on Kidzworld. I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH. Ohhh, and  I got a haircut. Yep, I changed my look completely, here, I’ll upload my new pic for you guys. You know what? I’ll just upload some new pictures that I took recently.

Anyways, hope you guys liked the pictures.

Hey there,

Sorry for not writing about myself for so long. I’ve been busy, with stuff. What stuff? Work stuff. Day before yesterday I conducted my first class and it was not bad, it was quite good. The students loved me and I liked them too. They weren’t as evil as I thought they’d be. The picture I drew didn’t come out right but they drew it pretty well. There was this little kid who was totally in love with Miley Cyrus and I found that really funny, for some odd reason. I’ll be teaching two classes on this Wednesday, so that’ll be exhausting. But this is quite fun for a person like me who doesn’t get on well with little kids.

Anyways, I don’t think I’ve mentioned about how my sister in law’s cat, Sheraa is living with us for a while, since their family is on vacation. In the beginning, Marlow and the other kitty didn’t get on well, at all. They used to fight like cats and dogs, bite, scratch, God, it was a nightmare. But now, they’re like best buddies. They can’t live without each other. Marlow will come for Sheraa’s rescue as soon as he sees that we’re trying to feed him hairball remedy or if he starts meowing. It’s the same with Sheraa. I wonder how Marlow will behave when Sheraa’s family gets back and he leaves. The funny part is when we got Sheraa.

He was my brother’s friend’s cat and my brother brought him home for just one night, to see if our cat and their cat would get along. Back then we thought he was a female; he was so hairy that… We couldn’t figure out if it’s a girl or a boy. I know that’s really funny, but that’s one of the reasons why we got him to spend the night at our place to see if Marlow and “Lisa”(the name we gave him when we thought he was a girl,) will fall in love or not.

Anyhow, when we got him, his stomach was upset so I told my brother’s friend that his cat has some health issues and should be taken to the vet’s immediately but, as soon as he heard about the health problem, he quickly changed his mind and said “oh, we don’t want that cat anymore, why don’t you give it away or keep it yourself.” They were the worst owners ever. Sheraa was in a bad condition when he came to our house; he was dirty, so dirty, had chewing gums and tooth picks stuck in his fur and was very unhealthy. Now, since I have a cat (Marlow) I am very touchy about them, so I couldn’t have abandoned the little thing. So I decided to take him to the vet, get him checked and try to find a good owner for him. And that’s when we found out that Sheraa was a boy (when we went to the vet’s.) Fortunately, Yasmeen’s brother, when he saw the little 5-month-old-kitten, decided to adopt it. I was very happy because they’re really good people and he promised to look after him. So that’s Sheraa’s little story. However, my 10-month-old kitten/cat has always been looking for company and ever since Sheraa arrived at home, he’s stopped meowing to go outside or do anything that will annoy us in anyway. They’re both usually playing with each other and it’s really cute. Sometimes I think of getting another cat but, we’ll see.

So yeah, I thought I’d tell you guys about those two as my friend ninja girl, suggested.

On the left hand side is a picture of Nazia and the two cats. Marlow’s the American Siamese and Sheraa’s the grey Persian Smoke. There’s another picture of just the cats.

Take care, see ya