Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts

Sand Munching






Assalamu alaykum,
Baby had his first beach experience and boy was it a brand new and exciting experience for him! His mouth was wide open, squealing with delight the entire time! We visited our favorite ocean beach close to sunset, after all the beach goers were gone. It was SO peaceful and clean. The water was quite rough and we did not go in. I wouldn't swim in the ocean without a lifeguard, and lifeguards are only there during prime hours when everyone else is there, scantily clad in thongs and bi kins, so obviously, its not something we will partake in.
Of course, every two seconds iBaby was stuffing his face with sand, pebbles, sea weed and other unpleasant things. He seems to be in a phase where he must sample and interpret all new experiences with his mouth!

Did I mention my son is walking and climbing? He never stops moving. All day I feel that I am constantly watching every move he makes. Since he has learned to climb, I cannot turn my back to him for even TWO seconds. Before I realized he could climb, I was in the next room preparing a meal, periodically checking on him, and I found him standing on the couch, throwing objects over the safety gate at the top of our stairs! Mischievous I tell you!

Who Hijacked My Rainbow?

Salaams.

I have loved and adored rainbows since childhood.

I don't know how the general public feels, but I am deeply annoyed that the symbol for "gay pride" is the rainbow. The rainbow, nature's prism, a rare sighting in most parts of the world, and also the most beautiful, has taken on new meaning for the public.

I have the most outrageous rainbow luggage strap, which is quite easy to spot amongst a sea of blue and black suitcases at the airport. My good friend and travel buddy (who happens to be female) was embarrassed to be seen with me, and when we checked into our hotel, the hostess behind the counter assumed we wanted one king bed! On another occasion, I returned home from San Francisco, with said luggage strap and rainbow trimmed socks LOL, and my mother actually thought I was trying to tell her something. My younger sister approached me whilst we were pigging out over a decadent lunch waiting for my dad to come out from heart surgery, and she told me that my mother was ready to attend a PFLAG meeting, because she was convinced that I was a lesbian. I guess a trip to SF coupled with the fact that I travelled to Hawaii with another woman is what caused her suspicion (?). I was in my late 20s, newly divorced, excelling in my career, and took a genuine interest in travelling. For the first time in life, I had saved some money, was in a good frame of mind after a traumatic divorce, and was ready to build new memories that weren't associated with my former husband. All I wanted was to have a little fun.

I recently treated myself to a new umbrella, but passed on the gorgeous, golf size one that could easily shelter my husband and myself, as well as look fantastic on a gray and gloomy day. Of course, you guessed it, each "pie slice" of the umbrella's protective barrier was a vibrant color of the rainbow. I know for sure, I would be walking alone if I carried it.

I won't even mention (ok, so I will mention it) my beautiful pastel, ribbed rainbow scarf that looked smashing with my tailored black wool Navy Pea Coat. (It mysteriously dissappeared after numerous negative comments).

My point is that, that I am just angry, that something so beautiful and awe-inspiring is linked to an alternative and controversial lifestyle, but maybe I should be angrier that others are too quick to judge and arrive at false conclusions.

Who's idea was this anyway?

Are we a nation obsessed with symbols?

Should I just go back and get the umbrella? I really admired it.

What do you think?

Simple Gifts



Scenery Created by Allah (swt)
Photographed by: iMuslimah
Mode: AP, dSLR
Manipulations: cropped, contrast adjustments
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The ocean and it's surrounding nature are most magnificent during winter. Sometimes, just sometimes, I miss the wind whipping through my hair. The other times, I remember how blessed I am, to witness moments like these.