I meant to post these about a month ago when I took them, but it's really been slipping my mind.

Right before Ramadan I was driving down Hwy 30 on a rather nice day. And remember, a month ago "nice days" were pretty much unheard of. We were suffering through horrible humidity and sand storms. However, today is soooo clear I can actually see the other side of Kuwait from my window. The temperature has dropped to the 90's, a light breeze has been blowing, and I can smell winter coming!

Oh yeah, pictures, I forgot. Do I always ramble off into some other topic totally not related to what I am discussing? I wonder if I do this in coversations as well?! (For those of you who actually know me, this is not an opportunity to email me with complaints about my communication skills!)

Um, ok, well, before I go off on yet another topic, below are some pictures I took of kites. Yeah, I know, you've all seen kites before so what's the big deal, right? Seriously, these kites are huge! As I was driving down the highway I kept seeing something in the sky at a very far distance. Because they weren't moving I knew it wasn't an airplane, helicopter, or any other identifiable object. Well, as I get to my exit I realize these things (that I still haven't identified) are flying right next to the street I have to drive on to get home! So, I exit, look again, and realize it's kites flying in the sky. But not just little ol' kites you buy at WalMart and take the kids to the park to fly...these were kites 2x the size of an SUV. I'm not really sure where they come from, how many people it takes to fly them, or what the purpose is of such a large kite, but I have to say...I was impressed.

Just further proof Kuwaiti's definitely do everything bigger...and better.

So, it seems this is the last night of Ramadan and Eid begins tomorrow. It's a little amazing at how fast Ramadan passes every year.

Oh well, that's about all I have for today. Eid mubarak to all of you who celebrate. Have a wonderful day, enjoy your family, friends, and feasts!

Good morning, Starbucks!

Thousands of Muslim worshippers pray outside Kuwait City’s Grand Mosque during Lailat al-Qadr on the 27th day of the fasting month of Ramadan early Sept 27. Lailat al-Qadr is the night when the Holy Quran was revealed to Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) in 610 AD, according to Muslim tradition. Devoted Muslims spend the night reading the Holy Quran and praying.

Generally I attempt to portay some level of maturity and depth here. However, today is completely different.

Like the majority of people, I sometimes come across a material item I just simply adore. If it's something I know is out of my price range, or that I just wouldn't normally spend that kind of money for, I will visit it often in the store and have a conversation with it. Yes, I knowwww, I am possibly a candidate for instituionalization. But I find if I visit the items often enough, talk to it enough, get no reply, I become bored with it and move onto something else. Unless of course I am feeling super crazy on this particular day and start replying for the item, then I usually own it by the end of the conversation. Sad thing is...we never talk again. These items are usually sunglasses and handbags. So if any of you are ever in the Balenciaga store on Hamad Al Mubarak and see some keeeeraaaazy American woman talking to a really hot handbag...say hi.

Moving right along...

Considering I do limit my conversations and contemplation to items that I could realistically afford if I chose to live off of McArabia's for the next couple of weeks, I rarely find myself talking to my recent material desire.

It's sleek, it's sexy, and it just screams, "Look at me! I'm soooooo hot!" And it is! Although, not just highly attractive to look at, it handles like a dream. No, I'm certainly not the next Car & Driver journalist, but I have had the pleasure of spending a little time behind the wheel of the CLS (not the AMG model), and "impressed" is an understatement. It's smooth, quite like nothing else I have driven, and very easy to handle. It drives exactly like it looks. Incredible. However, like all other Mercedes' I have experienced, they lack the same comfort Lexus has to offer in the way of seating. Lexus definitely has the upper hand in the "comfort" department. But the CLS is far from "uncomfortable."

Until you see the price tag of course.

This car and I have never had a "conversation."

OK, not realllllly writing from jail of course (what kind of girl do you think I am?), but sometimes during Ramadan that's how I feel. Not that Ramadan restricts my activities, but it's me who chooses to change my schedule a little during this month. Especially during these last few days with all the EID shopping going on. I find that as long as I get all of my shopping and other business related activities done before 8am, I am usually ok. If I wait until after that time to start heading out, then I am in nothing but traffic with a lot of unhappy people who can't drive. Perhaps the fact that I don't think I'm quite ready to die in a tragic vehicle accident plays a role in this as well.

So we have 4 days of Ramadan left. Most of us already have our EID plans in place, and are looking forward to a big weekend next week. I still have some last minute shopping to do, but I have no doubt I can squeeze it in.

Last night I finally ventured out, which isn't the brightest thing to do on the weekend during Ramadan, the week before EID. But it wasn't as tragic as I thought it was going to be. I did sit in some traffic at the circle on Arabian Gulf for 30 minutes or so, but even that wasn't so bad. As a matter of fact, the men even seemed to be semi well behaved last night. Either that or I looked scary ugly.

So, with Ramadan winding down, EID coming, and winter rapidly approaching, I can finally see my life starting to go back to the way it is prior to these past 30 days. Starbucks first thing in the morning, shopping anytime of the day or night without fearing loss of life or limb, and dinner at Mais Alghanim without wondering how crowded it's going to be. However, I have to say, I believe my regular dining partner has "wasta" at the restaurant, because regardless of how many people are waiting, or how crowded it is, we are always seated the moment we walk in. I never ask, I just sit and prepare for the khubs, hummus, and lemon with mint!

Other than the beauties of Ramadan, I have to say, the past few weeks have been rather boring for me on a "social life" level. So, as much as I love Ramadan, I suppose I am accepting it's closure, and looking forward to the next chapter.

Recently I have had the pleasure opportunity to encounter many Muslims from cultures I am not familiar with. It's not necessary to mention where, as that's not what this post is about. However, I have been very disappointed to see them so blatantly use Islam as their weapon to attack and judge people, yet also their shield to justify their own less than desirable behavior.

This is not what Islam teaches. Not at all.

It's very unfortunate that the people of a specific religion or group become the representative of that organization, because I have seen more negativity and hatred coming from Muslims lately (those of the different cultures) than I ever have in my life.

That being said -- could this be a cultural thing? Is it possible that one has such a horrible life his heart is filled with nothing but hate and discontent? But isn't that where they are to depend more strongly on their Islamic beliefs and overcome? Instead, they choose to use Islam to their advantage, and in turn, give it a bad name to those who don't understand.

Furthermore, and on a little different topic...dogs. As you all know I am an animal lover and have a great concern for the well being of animals. I have pets, and they are cared for like part of our family. I can't imagine that I will be punished for eternity for giving such love to a creature unable to care for itself.

It is interesting to know that dogs are mentioned in the Quran 5 times, not just once -- 7:176, 18:18, 18:22 (three times). NO WHERE does God call the dogs dirty animals or give any indication that they should be avoided or treated the way many Muslims think they should. Actually the story of the people of the cave, in Sura 18, gives the indication. that we should appreciate and care for dogs
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The people of the cave, 3, 5 or 7 were mentioned in the Quran and every time God insists on letting us know that their dog was there with them. Their story can be as complete without the mention of the dog, but God did, Why ?

God is telling us these righteous, good Muslim people were in the cave with their dog. If it is not righteous to have dogs, God would not have told us that story in which the dog has to be remembered as being there. We have to know the quality of God, if we were to worship Him correctly. When God says something He means it, and when He does not, He means it as much. If God did not curse the dog and call it all kinds of names, it is because God wants us to know that He created that beautiful creature and He expected us to make all use and companinonship with that animal that accompanied these good Muslim people of the cave.

Sure, some will argue this was a "cave" and not a "home" and dogs shouldn't come into the home. However, there is no indication this cave was not their permanent residence. And isn't that what a home is? If I lived in my car, it would be considered my "home." Just because it's not made of concrete and sheetrock doesn't make it any less of a home.

And remember, God ensured that we knew those dogs lived inside that home with those good Muslims. Not just once...but three times.

Finally, giving love and kindness to anything created by God can't be wrong. Not in my eyes. I can't imagine that some men beat their wives, kick the dog (who is chained up outside) all in the name of Allah, and then judge others as "bad Muslims."

Something just doesn't make sense.

Me so sorrrrrry...I haven't checked my email here in a few days. It seems my mind has been wrapped up in something other than expressing my warped perspectives of life to random strangers who are so kind as to invest their time in reading my ramblings.

Today, on the other hand, it's me who has all the questions.

Oh, before I get into that ...the answer to the question about my shampoo, I generally use Nexxus Therappe, but since I ran out I have been using Bed Head - Self Absorbed. (So very fitting wouldn't you say?). That's the orange candy smelling stuff that takes me away to another place all together.

Now, back to me, though I don't think we left that topic at all.

I like to think in most cases I am rather kind, compassionate, and empathetic. I like to view myself as someone who really cares. Although, when something as simple as parking at the supermarket can be an entire ordeal, it's rather difficult to remain so composed.

Today my issue isn't parking, however. It's people who just complain about every single little thing they encounter in life. Whyyyyyy? Whyyyyyyy, people?! (I am starting to feel like one of them, am I?!)

Don't get me wrong, if you've recently lost your job, had your home foreclosed on, and your precious dog was run over by an angry neighbor, then by all means, complain! But if you're having a moment because the price of lebnah went up by 10 fils, keep that nonsense to yourself. Especially since you're probably wearing KD100 shoes. Some complaints are valid...others just appear to be a manipulating way to gain attention from people who otherwise just wouldn't care.

No offense, but I find a trip to the mall so much more enjoyable when I'm not having to listen to whiny women use a fake voice to express their pure misery over Debenhams not having their shade of foundation. Get over it, girls! Your face could probably use a break from the Barnum & Bailey's look anyway.

So, with all the complaining I've done here this morning, I suppose I am beginning to look like one of these people who spend the majority of their time complaining about things that make very little difference in the big scheme of things. But I'm not! Really!

Perhaps I should have spent this time stroking egos and slowly breaking down the walls placed so very high by those feeling a little weakened by my charms.

Later?

It almost feels like I'm the only person in Kuwait! It seems pretty much everyone I know has gone to Mecca for the next few days.

What shall I do? Make travel plans! I'm really pretty good at this, but the packing part still has me stumped. I am really to the point that I keep a wardrobe in the states and one here in Kuwait just so I can limit what I pack. You would think this is a great idea...but it's not. I find regardless of where I am I fumble around saying, "Where's my black skirt?" or "Has anyone seen my patent heels?" and inevitably, they're on the other side of the world. Of course being a woman this is nothing other than an awesome excuse to go shopping! Which of course leads to more packing on the return trip. More clothes. More to lose. You get the point.

So, even bigger than the clothes/shoes drama is which route to fly. There's a direct flight from Kuwait to DC on United, as well as a direct flight from Dubai to NYC on Emirates. One would think considering I'm in Kuwait the choice should be obvious, right? Wrong!

First and foremost, United is a US carrier and Emirates isn't.

United business class could be compared to a ride in a Ford Taurus I suppose. Comfortable enough that you're not wanting to chop your legs off by the time you reach your destination. But you're also looking around saying, "Huh? This is business?" The entertainment system alone leaves much to be desired. You're pretty much stuck with about 5 movies to choose from and you have to catch them when they start or you miss something. Meals are mediocre. Seats are burlap cloth, ewww. And you have to pull your footrest out by hand!

Emirates, on the other hand, is more like riding in a Lexus LS. The moment you place yourself in the seat you know you're going to have a realllly nice flight. The service is undeniably the best of any airline around. The seats have a massage option, a "cover" which isolates you, and are roomy enough for plenty of stretching out. All positions of the seat are done via remote control, so it's all electronic, and you can even lay your seat flat, like a bed. So you lay flat, get a massage, are completely enclosed, and have a television above your head to watch. Sometimes I don't even want the flight to land!

This is the United Business Class seat. See? Nothing impressive.



And then here we have Emirates! See the difference?



OK, so now that I know which airline I want to fly, I face yet another dilemma. Which airport? Yeah, flying directly from Kuwait to DC is really quite convenient, but not comfortable at all! However, Kuwait airport is quaint. Quiet. Small. And doesn't require you to walk 2 miles before reaching your gate once being dropped off out front. I can generally enter the Kuwait airport, check in (boarding pass, bags, etc.), get Starbucks, go through passport control, and be at my gate in less than 20 minutes, with less than a 1/4 of a mile walk.

Dubai airport is slightly different. First, it's crowded like you can't even imagine. Just checking in can be a 1 hour process. Then you have security and passport control. This could easily be another 30 minutes to an hour. Then you have the walk to the Duty Free and main terminal area. It has to be close to a 1/2 mile. No, this isn't terribly miserable unless you're a woman in heels or anything other than Crocs. Of course the Duty Free is just simply awesome, so I have nothing bad to say about that part other than it's crowded. I find I almost need an entirely new carry on for most of what I end up purchasing while waiting for my flight. Then you head upstairs to the Costa Coffee (why there's no Starbucks is beyond me). Costa Coffee is right around gate 5 I believe, and inevitably, I am always flying out of gate 25 or something crazy like that. By the time I make it to my gate with Duty Free bags in one hand and Costa in the other, I feel like I need a nap! But nooo. Not time for all that yet. Now you have people in line to enter the boarding area. This is another 15 minutes or so. Now, I will say, if you're flying Emirates business, all of this nonsense is completely removed from the picture. It's almost like you enter the Dubai airport and step into some time warping twilight zone. You walk right up, check in, go through a different door for passport and security, and from there you are time warped to the Duty Free. Anything other than Emirates is screwed.

This is Kuwait airport. This picture is taken from the check in area, and straight ahead is the entrance to the gates. It's small, quiet, and as you can see, not very crowded.



This is pretty much the entire departure area for Kuwait International Airport.



Now, this is Dubai International. See the difference? Yet, it's more lavish, with its palm trees and whatnot, but look at the crowds! Look at the size! I get exhausted just looking at it.



The picture below really doesn't do a good job at representing how crowded it always is. This must have been at the absolute slowest time of the day.



So you can see where I'm torn? United sucks, but Kuwait airport is awesome. Emirates is the best airline, yet Dubai airport is miserable.

I suppose if this is the biggest tragedy I have going on in my life, things are pretty good.

This morning I am posting an article written by an acquaintance of mine who also has very strong opinions and facts to support them. Below I will paste what he has written, and underneath that you'll find my "rebuttal" so to speak. This font and I have been having issues for quite sometime over here, and apparently I am just going to have to accept what's offered in the way of the white background behind some of the words. Ugh.

Don't get me wrong, I agree with a lot of what he has to say. However, blanket statements rarely work with me, which is what I'll refute.

On 11th of December, in Canada, Aqsa, a 16 year old Canadian/ Pakistani girl was choked to death by her Pakistani father Muhammad Parvez, for not wearing hijab.

She just wanted to be herself, honestly she just wanted to show her beauty, and not be pushed around by her parents telling her what she has to be like, what she has to do. Nobody would want to do that. Remember when you were a child growing up ? remember how you did not wanna take orders from anyone???

On the other hand,

What the westerners do not understand is that Muslims have different values, which are diametrically in contrast with western values. Western societies are guilt based. In guilt based societies individuals base their conduct on “right” and “wrong”. They try to do the right thing and if they do something wrong, they feel guilty. Muslim societies are shame based. In shame based societies individuals base their conduct on the opinion of others about them.

What really counts to Muslims is to look good. In shame cultures, if you do something wrong, as long as no one sees it and knows about it, you are okay. You can still keep your head high and act as an honorable member of the society. It is the image that you project of yourself that matters. You must do everything to protect that image. It is all about keeping the appearances. I know off so many Muslims, who are friends of mine, that drink, curse, watch porn....and do all other acts that non Muslims would do.

Their actions dramatically change, once around other Muslims.

In guilt societies, how you dress or don’t dress is your business. You can practice nudity and even promiscuity and have no shame. As long as you don’t violate someone else’s rights you can do whatever you like (somehow). Such a thing is inconceivable for Muslims who come from shame societies and where everybody's life is the business of everybody else. This makes the western and Islamic cultures essentially incompatible. If this problem is not resolved soon, it will result is a major clash and dire consequences, and i believe it's already started.

This is the crux of the problem. In Islamic societies people live in function of the opinion of others about them. That is the only thing that really matters to them.

Muhammad Parvez the father of that young girl, was devastated by the fact that her 16 year old daughter wanted to dress like her classmates and show off her beauty. How could he look into the eyes of his Muslim friends with such a daughter? Muslims call western women “sharmootas” for not covering themselves. For Mr. Parvez his daughter’s western clothing was a major source of shame and dishonor. He had no choice but to kill her. There is hardly anything for which we humans are willing to die for like our honor. This is far truer in shame based societies, where guilt plays virtually no role and everything is based on shame and honor.

Millions of girls living in Muslim families in the west are abused, beaten and face death by their own loved ones because of honor. Don’t assume that these girls are the only victims. Their families are also victims. They are left with no choice, but to kill the apple of their own eyes. Everyone in this tragedy is a victim. It’s the government, the Muslim leaders and the extremists that are guilty!

I have met, few Muslim and non muslim men, that thinks every woman, should be beaten every once in a while, just to set her straight. I find this thought sickening, and self explanatory- to how the Arab men in general think (Muslim or not).

Western governments have a duty towards their Muslim citizens and particularly their women that traditionally have been the most disadvantaged members of Islamic societies. If hijab was banned in Canada Aqsa would be alive today and a hard working good father would not have had to become the murderer of his own beloved daughter. The government failed both Aqsa and her father. Now that Muslims are living in the west in such a large numbers, politicians must make an extra effort to understand the Muslim mind. Only the hand of law can put an end to this culture of shame and force Muslims to integrate. If we let this division stand, a clash between these two cultures will become inevitable.

After all, when a non muslim woman, is walking around in saudi arabia-she is forced to put a veil on her hair. I find it only fair- that in western societies...a normally veiled woman- should expect to take the veil off when walking around.

Okie dokie, here I am again! Yes, me here with all the opinions and whatnot.

First I would like to say, yes, this is a true story for those of you who aren't familiar. However, I believe the first misconception here is that this man murdered his daughter because she did not want to wear hijab. That's not the case at all.

This man murdered his daughter for going against her religion. Hijab or prostituting herself on the street corners were the same thing in his eyes. After all he is Muslim, and according to everyone interviewed, a good one.

Does this justify his actions? Absolutely not. Not even for one second. However, to anyone who is familiar with the culture or the religion, it will allow you to better understand it.

Someone very close to me has often said, "Smoking a cigarette, to me, is like you being with another man. So you might as well cheat if you plan to smoke." OK, how insane is this? You can't even compare the two! However, in Islam there are no "big sins" and "little sins." If something is haram, then it's just haram.

The person who wrote this (Hi, Danny!) is correct in several points;

Many Muslims are shamed into doing the right thing, however, do not confuse this for Islam being a shame based religion, as it's not.

Some (probably not millions) of Muslim girls are being beating in their homes, by their family daily. Although, so are just as many non-Muslim American women.

And, many Muslims are all about the "perception." If they appear to be a good Muslim on the outside, then we just won't discuss the alcoholic drink he took while watching porn last night after the hooker went home. Please know, this is the actions of a person, not the teachings of Islam. There were numerous Priests who were found to have molested little boys, but we don't go around saying everyone who is Catholic is a child molester do we?

Muhammed Parvez was not devastated that his daughter wanted to look like her classmates, he was devastated that his daughter was going against the teachings of her religion. We have no idea what really took place in this home, though I can assure you the man didn't just walk in the door and strangle his daughter without ever having a prior discussion about this. Perhaps she was doing much more than just taking off the hijab. Her MySpace page and the mood she last posted would certainly indicate so. Again, this is absolutely no justification for his actions. Nor do I condone what took place. I am simply stating there are many factors that are misunderstood by non-Muslims, and people of other cultures.

Finally, Islamic values do not differ with Western values. However, the actions of Muslim people can sometimes differ with the actions of more Westernized people due to cultural differences. Islam does not teach hate, regardless of how many people try to show evidence that it does. Islam does not teach or promote murder, again, no matter how many people try to make it appear that way. Islam, without the actions of some Muslim people, is peace and kindness. Generosity and compassion.

Then again, I suppose we could say that about the Mormons too, but how many of you are answering your doors when the men in suits on bicycles come calling?

And finally; Muslims don't call uncovered women "sharmootas." Those are the words of narrow minded, judgmental, more than likely, jealous people. Words like that don't come from Islam.

Can I start by saying this morning was one of the most disorganized, frustrating mornings I have had in a long time? I realize I need gas around 4am this morning, and I also know I have no dinar since I haven't been to the bank. "No problem!" I think to myself. I mean, I know all the secrets and in and outs of making life as easy as I possibly can in Kuwait. So I head over to my favorite gas station which takes credit/debit cards...and they also have a drive up ATM machine just in case you need to get a little cash while you're there. How much easier could it get? HA!

The tragedy begins...

I pull in, there's no one out there pumping gas. Well, I'm not doing it so I opt to drive around to the ATM, get cash, and go elsewhere. Or so I thought. The ATM wasn't working. But "no problem" I see the gas pumping man now so I drive back around to the pump and he fills my tank. I pull up to pay with my little debit card, figuring I can just get some cash later, and guess what? They're credit card machine isn't working! OK, "no problem" I leave him my registration (after a 5 minute debate over my phone number), and off I go to the nearest ATM which will again, be "no problem" because I know where it is, and it's right around the corner.

Off I go...

So, I pull into Salwa where you have a choice of numerous banks and my ATM card works at all of them, so this part really will be "no problem." Oh on the contrary! Out of the 4 banks in Salwa, not one of them had a working ATM machine! I started thinking this had to be a conspiracy. Anyhoo, I end up driving all the way passed my home to the next available ATM, just to turn around and go back to the gas station. Well, "no problem", the machine had money and life was good.

Until...

I get back to the gas station and it's closed. Huh?! I was just here! What do they mean it's closed? I still see all of their vehicles parked behind the little building, so what is this "closed" nonsense all about? Here in Kuwait the gas station is almost a social gathering for the men working there. Though it only takes one to operate the register, you'll inevitably find at least 3-5 sitting inside. So, again, "no problem" I'll drive around the exit, blow my horn, and several men will come running, take my money, return my registration, and all will be good in my world again. 

Not even close!

As I am driving the wrong way into the exit of the gas station, I am met by a lovely Kuwaiti CID Officer who pretty much looks at me like I have completely lost my mind. He flashes his lights and then gets out of the car. I start thinking if I get a ticket over all this insanity, I might just give the gas station attendant my car to go along with the registration he's already holding, and start walking everywhere I go! Well, fortunately I didn't get a ticket, however, he spoke not a word on English, and I am sitting in my car struggling through, "Ana dinar enta" and pointing. At this point, if the man thought I was a prostitute offering him money behind a gas station I just wouldn't have cared! Jail would have been better than the torture of filling up my tank this morning.

So, no problem, mafee mishkala, whatever language you want to say it in...it's not part of my day!

Oh, I did manage to get my gas paid for and my registration returned. And it only took an hour!

Blah!

I was looking over the website for the Nation of Islam today. For those of you from the Middle East who might not be familiar, this is a group of African Americans in the US (majority 6th and 7th generation Americans) who claim Islam as their religion. Not really sure how well that's working out for them so far since all I see on their website is evidence of hatred and racism. I am truly shocked and appalled these people have the audacity to call themselves "Muslim." And Americans think it's the terrorists who give Islam a bad name?! Sorry, but I think Louis Farrakhan is just as dangerous as any terrorist. Perhaps he's not hi-jacking airplanes, but he's certainly attempting to brainwash people and preach hate, using Islam as his tool. What a shame.

Below are the "wants" of the Nation of Islam. The fact they advertise this is an indication of how limited their knowledge of Islam really is. No, it's not my place to judge others. However, I do have the right to express grave concerns and disdain for such nonsense.

Rest assured, my distaste for all of this has absolutely nothing to do with race or ethnic groups, it has to do with a group spewing hatred in the name of Islam.

My comments in red.

................................................ What The Muslims Want ................................................ This is the question asked most frequently by both the whites and the blacks. The answers to this question I shall state as simply as possible. 1. We want freedom. We want a full and complete freedom. Freedom from what? And who? 2. We want justice. Equal justice under the law. We want justice applied equally to all, regardless of creed or class or color. Justice is already applied equally regardless of color. It seems to me they want special treatment because of color. 3. We want equality of opportunity. We want equal membership in society with the best in civilized society. Because their entire website is based on race, and certainly not religion, I can only assume the "we" they're discussing here are African Americans and not Muslim. And the last time I checked, all Americans have the same rights and same rules. It's what level we respect them at that divides us. 4. We want our people in America whose parents or grandparents were descendants from slaves, to be allowed to establish a separate state or territory of their own--either on this continent or elsewhere. We believe that our former slave masters are obligated to provide such land and that the area must be fertile and minerally rich. We believe that our former slave masters are obligated to maintain and supply our needs in this separate territory for the next 20 to 25 years--until we are able to produce and supply our own needs. Did they miss the memo on Liberia? Since we cannot get along with them in peace and equality, after giving them 400 years of our sweat and blood and receiving in return some of the worst treatment human beings have ever experienced, we believe our contributions to this land and the suffering forced upon us by white America, justifies our demand for complete separation in a state or territory of our own 5. We want freedom for all Believers of Islam now held in federal prisons. We want freedom for all black men and women now under death sentence in innumerable prisons in the North as well as the South. Good idea. Then every black man and woman could claim to be Muslim and be released from prison without any punishment for their crimes, all in the name of Islam. Should this ever happen, they will need their own territory, because I wouldn't want this nonsense in my neighborhood. We want every black man and woman to have the freedom to accept or reject being separated from the slave master's children and establish a land of their own. We know that the above plan for the solution of the black and white conflict is the best and only answer to the problem between two people. 6. We want an immediate end to the police brutality and mob attacks against the so-called Negro throughout the United States.We believe that the Federal government should intercede to see that black men and women tried in white courts receive justice in accordance with the laws of the land--or allow us to build a new nation for ourselves, dedicated to justice, freedom and liberty. 7. As long as we are not allowed to establish a state or territory of our own, we demand not only equal justice under the laws of the United States, but equal employment opportunities- NOW! We do not believe that after 400 years of free or nearly free labor, sweat and blood, which has helped America become rich and powerful, so many thousands of black people should have to subsist on relief or charity or live in poor houses. How this relates to religion is beyond me. But, uh, whatever. Have they not heard of EEO? Affirmative Action? Things have become so "fair" now that the entire system is set up to favor the minority. 8. We want the government of the United States to exempt our people from ALL taxation as long as we are deprived of equal justice under the laws of the land. Taxes are a law. To evade them is a crime. Perhaps we should just abolish all requirements for African Americans who claim to be Muslim to follow any laws. Wait, isn't this how they ended up in prison in the first place? So let me get this right, you don't want to follow the law, yet you don't want to be punished for it either? All in the name of Islam?! 9. We want equal education--but separate schools up to 16 for boys and 18 for girls on the condition that the girls be sent to women's colleges and universities. We want all black children educated, taught and trained by their own teachers. Under such schooling system we believe we will make a better nation of people. The United States government should provide, free, all necessary text books and equipment, schools and college buildings. The Muslim teachers shall be left free to teach and train their people in the way of righteousness, decency and self respect. You already have such an education system. However, it's not for African Americans only as Islam does not segregate or preach racism. And, it's not free. It's call "private school" and there are many of them in America for Muslim families to send their children to. Boys are girls are taught separately, Islam is practiced, and prayers are performed. 10. We believe that intermarriage or race mixing should be prohibited. We want the religion of Islam taught without hinderance or suppression. After reading all of this nonsense, I agree 100%. My children are more than welcome to marry into any race or ethnic group they see fit. But if they ever told me they were planning to marry someone from this organization I would demand they call the wedding off. These are some of the things that we, the Muslims, want for our people in North America. It's such a shame they feel qualified to speak on behalf of any Muslim, as it's evident these people have no clue. ..................................................... What The Muslims Believe ..................................................... 1. WE BELIEVE In the One God whose proper Name is Allah. 2. WE BELIEVE in the Holy Qur'an and in the Scriptures of all the Prophets of God. 3. WE BELIEVE in the truth of the Bible, but we believe that it has been tampered with and must be reinterpreted so that mankind will not be snared by the falsehoods that have been added to it. 4. WE BELIEVE in Allah's Prophets and the Scriptures they brought to the people. 5. WE BELIEVE in the the resurrection of the dead--not in physical resurrection--but in mental resurrection. We believe that the so-called Negroes are most in need of mental resurrection; therefore they will be resurrected first. Furthermore, we believe we are the people of God's choice, as it has been written, that God would choose the rejected and the despised. We can find no other persons fitting this description in these last days more that the so-called Negroes in America. We believe in the resurrection of the righteous. 6. WE BELIEVE in the judgment; we believe this first judgment will take place as God revealed, in America... 7. WE BELIEVE this is the time in history for the separation of the so-called Negroes and the so-called white Americans. We believe the black man should be freed in name as well as in fact. By this we mean that he should be freed from the names imposed upon him by his former slave masters. Names which identified him as being the slave master's slave. We believe that if we are free indeed, we should go in our own people's names--the black people of the Earth. 8. WE BELIEVE in justice for all, whether in God or not; we believe as others, that we are due equal justice as human beings. We believe in equality--as a nation--of equals. We do not believe that we are equal with our slave masters in the status of "freed slaves." We recognize and respect American citizens as independent peoples and we respect their laws which govern this nation. 9. WE BELIEVE that the offer of integration is hypocritical and is made by those who are trying to deceive the black peoples into believing that their 400-year-old open enemies of freedom, justice and equality are, all of a sudden, their "friends." Furthermore, we believe that such deception is intended to prevent black people from realizing that the time in history has arrived for the separation from the whites of this nation. If the white people are truthful about their professed friendship toward the so-called Negro, they can prove it by dividing up America with their slaves. We do not believe that America will ever be able to furnish enough jobs for her own millions of unemployed, in addition to jobs for the 20,000,000 black people as well. 10. WE BELIEVE that we who declare ourselves to be righteous Muslims, should not participate in wars which take the lives of humans. We do not believe this nation should force us to take part in such wars, for we have nothing to gain from it unless America agrees to give us the necessary territory wherein we may have something to fight for. 11. WE BELIEVE our women should be respected and protected as the women of other nationalities are respected and protected. 12. WE BELIEVE that Allah (God) appeared in the Person of Master W. Fard Muhammad, July, 1930; the long-awaited "Messiah" of the Christians and the "Mahdi" of the Muslims. We believe further and lastly that Allah is God and besides HIM there is no god and He will bring about a universal government of peace wherein we all can live in peace together.

This morning the weather was amazing. There's a light breeze blowing, no humidity, and a smell in the air that doesn't resemble burning oil or fish. It just feels "fresh" here today.

As you all know, I am the smell woman. A smell takes me to another place all together, though sometimes I have no idea exactly which place it is. I just know a smell of something takes me there. This isn't something I can generally do purposely. Perhaps I'm not even aware these smells had such an impact initially. It's only when they revisit me that I remember. Or not. Depending on the smell I suppose.

Okie dokie, now that we have all of that out of the way, I will get to my topic at hand. Since today is so light and airy, I thought my topic should be as well. And since the smell of Kuwait took me back a few years to my vacation on Elba Island, I thought I would share it with all of you.

Let me start by saying when I travel, I am not a tourist. I mean, I am of course. But I'm not one to go traipsing off to the Visitor's Center asking for maps and guided tours. Nor do I book vacations as a group, or with any plans of touring anything. My idea of a vacation is to "get away." Not to travel with thousands of other Americans to a foreign country where we're really not "away" at all. We've just all relocated where we seat our behinds temporarily.

So, a few years ago I knew I wanted to visit Italy, as it was one of the places I had never been. Had absolutely no desire to see Rome, Pisa, or anything I had viewed a million times in a book or on a movie screen. I wanted to be relaxed, yet submerged in luxury. I wanted to smell the nothing scented air, and breathe cleanliness. I had first opted for Tuscany, but really love the water too much to stay on the mainland. After a little bit of research, it was chosen...hands down....Elba Island. If I had only been as brilliant at picking a travel partner as I was a vacation location, it could have been much more enjoyable. But that's another story all together. I suppose I can sum that up by saying -- If I drag a trailer into Beverly Hills, does that make me rich and famous?

Moving right along.

Elba Island really was all I had hoped for and more. It was gorgeous, serene, and one breath taking view after the next. It was quaintly filled with locals, and not one American in sight. Few people spoke English, yet everyone was genuinely friendly. Everything closed at noon for the 4 hour "dinner" break, at which time people would walk their dogs on the water, have a seaside brunch, or just nap. Nothing moved very fast on Elba Island, which was perfectly acceptable to me. It was always quiet, there was never any traffic, and regardless of what you did or where you went, you couldn't help but to be relaxed.

Perhaps I'll go back again next Spring. Definitely a place I will re-visit.

Someone wrote me a very interesting, and thought provoking email this morning in regard to bedouns. They asked my opinion of Cubans, Mexicans, etc. in America since I was so supportive of giving citizenship to others.

Very valid question.

As I explained to them, the difference between a bedoun in Kuwait and a Cuban in America are the basic human rights. Also, the right to citizenship in the US does exist, and after just a few short years of being there. In places like Kuwait, bedouns have been here for generations in many cases, but have no opportunity for citizenship.

Of course there are the people who came to Kuwait from other countries, pretended to be from Kuwait in an attempt to gain citizenship and all of the rights that come along with that, but now find themselves living as bedouns. This doesn't mean they shouldn't be allowed to have their basic human rights met. Why not give them citizenship which allows them the right to work, to medical, free education, and travel? Perhaps a "limited" citizenship? Or something along those lines. If there's no proof they are Kuwaiti by origin, then fine, don't give them the salary and additional benefits Kuwaitis receive, but don't strip them of their right to visit Mecca either.

In America we have no such thing as "bedouns" or people without citizenship. We have people who have entered our country illegally, and have chosen to stay there. But even they have their human rights met. We allow non-citizens the right to work, the right to education, the right to travel out of our country (perhaps not back in), and we allow them the right to proper identification. We don't claim them as our citizens, because they're not, but we do accept that they're part of our community.

Also, in America everyone is protected by, and faces the same laws. Regardless of citizenship status. Unless of course you're a diplomat and have immunity, that's a different story. But every other normal person on the streets has the right to be protected by our laws, even if you're in the country illegally. In places like Kuwait, if a Kuwaiti commits a crime of minimal nature, he will more than likely sign a paper agreeing to never do it again and go on with his life. A bedoun, on the other hand could sit in jail for a period of time as he is not protected under the same laws as a Kuwaiti.

As of last month Kuwait did say they were going to start focusing more on meeting the basic human rights of bedouns instead of granting citizenship since that's taking decades and not working out too well. I think this is truly a step in the right direction.

I know many bedouns, and to be honest, not one of them have complained about not receiving the Kuwaiti salary. Most complain they can't travel to Mecca, or find a job that pays more than KD50 a month. I have never once met a bedoun who is unwilling to work. But I have met many who are unable to find a job.

Below is the link in which we can encourage congress to adopt the bipartisan legislation - HR 6520. I have posted this here once before, but felt the need to do it again for those who might not have seen it. Your information is not stored, or sold. It is only used to express your concern to congress about statelessness.

Bipartisan Legislation - HR 6520

Or whomever that Disney character is who wore the blue dress, liked animals, and had a butterfly on her finger all the time. OK, did she even exist or is this something I have come up with all by myself? Hmm, well, if she didn't exist she should have...she sounds absolutely lovely.

Anyway, this morning, I stepped outside and wasn't pummeled by overwhelming humidity, or breath taking heat. It felt like September in Kuwait. Which it is, but it felt like it's supposed to feel.
Ever feel a feeling, or smell a smell and it brings back memories from something but you're not quite sure what they are? Well, that's how the weather felt this morning, and whatever the memories were that I couldn't recall, they must have been good ones because I felt great. No, I didn't have a butterfly on my finger, but I felt a sense of comfort. My shampoo and I are experiencing something similar with one another recently. I have been using Bed Head (not my normal brand but I ran out), and it has an orange candy like smell to it. As soon as I put it in my hands I feel like I am remembering something, but I have no idea what it is. I get a sense of happiness, and suddenly feel a desire for drastic change in my life. If I keep using this stuff I might end up in a psychiatric hospital. I have a feeling not much of what I'm typing here is making any sense to anyone other than me. But really, there must be someone else out there who feeeeels what I am feeeeeling!

OK, so after deja-vu'ing all over the place this morning I continue on with my daily plans. Keep in mind, this is fairly difficult to do after I have reminisced, felt the need for drastic change, and found comfort in the smell of shampoo. That's quite a busy morning already. You almost need a nap after all of that emotional exhaustion.

So, I'm driving down the road at a reasonable hour this morning, sans coffee due to Ramadan, and this black Trans-Am pulls up next to me at the stop light. I don't look, as I never do. And then off we go. It's two men, slowing down, speeding up, pulling up next to me. As horrible as it is, I often find myself thinking, "Ugh, I look terrible this morning, can you please not put me center stage?!" But more importantly, it's Ramadan, and even if it weren't the behavior is just rude. Fortunately a much more attractive young woman pulled up behind me and unknowingly diverted them.

As I continue on my route I find that I'm deep in thought about respect. Could have been a combination of rude little men and orange candy shampoo that really set me off this morning. However, I started thinking about when I was younger, and the way men treated women. Maybe I was completely blind or out of touch with reality, but it seems there was much more respect back in the days when I was younger. Men seemed to have an interest in what their partner was doing. Even when they first met a woman it seems he "liked" her and wasn't just plotting some devious way to coax her into bed for perhaps the most disappointing time of her life.

Now that I am much older (OK, not thatmuch older), but I see things with a more mature set of eyes, I am appalled at what I am watching. Young men (and some not so young) seeking a woman for absolutely nothing other than physical relations. They have mastered this "game" so to speak, and seek women out as if they're a starving nomad hunting for a meal. Even more sad, the women. Women, in general, are kind, simple, sweet, loving, caring, and nurturing. We want and need to be loved and respected. But it seems the young women today have either accepted this is not what the young men of today have to offer, or the young women of today have a completely different set of values than when I was young(er). I notice young women behaving coy, shy, and giggly, almost like a child. And then bam! "Can you pay my cell phone bill?" or "I don't have aaaannnnnyyyyy money for gas, can you help me, pleaseeee?" While batting her eyes. Well, young men aren't stupid. He couldn't care less about her cell phone bill or need for gas money. What he thinks is, "Hmmm. She's pretty, she's cute, and well, she's only going to cost me a few dollars (or dinar)."

Cell phone bill paid. Gas in the car. Man gets what he wants. Woman is left with paid cell phone and full tank of gas. Whaaaat?!?!

Does this woman think this man cares about her? Does she even care? Does this man realize he just paid for sex? And does this woman realize she's a prostitute? Or is this the "date" of 2008?

There are times when being old and feeling like some non-existent Disney character with butterflies on your fingers is far more appealing than being 21 again.

I am a firm believer in "everything happens for a reason." Many times I look back at events that occurred in my life which I once thought were tragedies, and now realize they were just the stepping stone to much bigger and better things. I suppose this is part of the growing up and getting wiser process.

However, like most people, I look back at September 11, 2001 and struggle to find a reason. Sure, we're all seven years older, and have endured many changes, but what was the purpose? Will I ever say, "Oh, it all makes sense now!"?

No -- because it never will.

An act of terrorism only makes sense to the person planning it or carrying out the plan. Nothing good has ever come from such acts, and they only lead to additional unnecessary deaths and war. Terrorism has absolutely nothing to do with religion, regardless of how often people try to make it appear that way. Remember the Oklahoma City bombing? What about the numerous abortion clinic bombings? Just because the death toll wasn't as high doesn't make it any less an act of terrorism.

Fact is, there has always been, and will always be discontent between religious groups. At times to the point of war and killing innocent people. Not really sure why, as I am not familiar with any religion that promotes negativity, hatred, or murder. Like I have always said; religion isn't bad, the people are. For instance, if you were a non-Muslim considering reversion, or studying Islam for your own interest, and visited Kuwait, you would run as fast as you could to the nearest Synagogue and beg for acceptance. It's the behavior of people, not the religion that gives Islam and other religious groups a bad name.

I will never understand the need to harm others, or to make life more difficult.

Below is a simple reminder of one of the worst days America has ever suffered. But also, the same day Americans pulled together like never before.

Too bad we didn't stay that way.




7:58 a.m.- United Airlines Flight 175 departs Boston for Los Angeles,
carrying 56 passengers, two pilots, and seven flight attendants. The
Boeing 767 is hijacked after takeoff and diverted to New York.

7:59 a.m.- American Airlines Flight 11 departs Boston for Los
Angeles, carrying 81 passengers, two pilots, and nine flight
attendants. This Boeing 767 is also hijacked and diverted to New York.

8:01 a.m. - United Airlines Flight 93, a Boeing 757 carrying 38
passengers, two pilots, and five flight attendants, leaves Newark, N.J.,
for San Francisco.

8:10 a.m. - American Airlines Flight 77 departs Washington's
Dulles International Airport for Los Angeles, carrying 58 passengers,
two pilots, and four flight attendants. The Boeing 757 is hijacked
after takeoff.

8:46 a.m. - American Flight 11 from Boston crashes into the North
Tower at the World Trade Center.

9:03 a.m. - United Flight 175 from Boston crashes into the South
Tower at the World Trade Center.

- U.S. Federal Aviation Administration shuts down all New
York area airports.

9:21 a.m. - Bridges and tunnels leading into New York City
are closed.

9:25 a.m. - All domestic flights are grounded by U.S. Federal
Aviation Administration.

9:45 a.m. - American Flight 77 crashes into The Pentagon.

10:05 a.m. - The South Tower at the World Trade Center collapses.

10:05 a.m. - The White House is evacuated.

10:10 a.m. - A large section of one side of The Pentagon collapses.

10:10 a.m. - United Flight 93 crashes in a wooded area in
Pennsylvania, after passengers confront hijackers.

10:28 a.m. - The North Tower at the World Trade Center collapses.

MBC1, 8pm! No idea what it's called, or even most of what they're saying, but I love it!

Tonight I couldn't quite figure out what to order for dinner. One friend always says, "Why you don't cook?" (Arabic accent and all), yet another friend says, "Why you bother yourself with cooking?" (again with the Arabic accent). Apparently I'm as confused as they are because tonight I find myself standing in my kitchen looking through menus to every restaurant in Kuwait, with my head stuck in the freezer searching for something to cook. And then I saw it! Hiding behind the ketchup, mayonaise, and Italian dressing. Staring at me as if to say, "Hey? Did you forget about me?" My Smuckers grape jelly! It just so happened that I purchased a fresh loaf of Wonder Wheat today. So fresh, so soft, and so rare in Kuwait. And oddly enough I also had peanut butter. No idea where it came from or when I purchased it, but it seems I had forgotten about that too since it had never been opened. So there I stand, feeling all American and whatnot with my peanut butter and jelly. Dinner had been decided! However, I do find that as I'm making this sandwich I am a little OCD about the direction of the bread, everything being smoothed out evenly, and ensuring nothing is passing the edges of the crust so there is no mess. What's up with that? Some childhood tragedy in a Smuckers factory or something?

So, peanut butter and jelly sandwich in one hand, ice cold diet pepsi in the other. Yes, Americans prefer their drinks cold (that's a hint to the McDonald's employees). I turn on the television, realize yet another episode of Friends is on (shocker), some show called "Numbers" which I have never even watched in the states, and then there it was....the Kuwaiti show!

I don't often check out MBC1 because it's always in Arabic and almost never has subtitles. But tonight I didn't seem to care.

The first thing I see is a man and woman sitting at a table inside of an apartment that I would swear is in my building! A friend even called me and said, "Hey! Put it on MBC1, I think they filmed this in your building." We were both amazed at how much it resembled my living room.

Next there's a man and woman on a couch, talking about why she isn't eating. Yeah, I figured that much out. She's explaining to him she's worried, and doesn't feel like eating. Not really sure what he said, but he wrote her a check for KD30,000 (approximately $100,000). Can he come have dinner at my house?! Well, in the next segment he's having a conversation with his wife (the money girl wasn't the wife, just some really smart chick I guess). His wife is telling him she wishes she would have broken her legs the day she married him. He was drinking tea with his back turned to her and didn't seem to care. Perhaps he was wondering what he had been smoking when he wrote that KD30,000 check?

No English subtitles, I struggle through, but I am really digging it! All of a sudden I'm feeling anxiety. Knowing that in a few short weeks this will all come to an abrupt end, and I am going to be left wondering, and longing for it to appear again.

The supermarkets do the same thing here. Tease you with some really awesome product for a short time, then POOF! it disappears from the shelves leaving nothing but a lasting, yet pleasant memory far behind.

I think I've just uncovered the root of all emotionally detached people in Kuwait!

Such an eventful morning and the sun has just barely started to shine.

While sleeping, I get this 1:30am phone call from dewaniya, "Baby? Baby? Are you sleeping?" He knew I was sleeping, but had very important news to share! I said, "No, no, I'm OK, what's going on?" And then I heard the most beautiful words I have heard in months...."It's RAINING!!" Yes, it rained in the desert last night, and I missed it all. Rain in September in Kuwait is virtually unheard of so this was exciting news to people like me. I jumped out of my bed to see if it was raining in the city, but nope, just the desert. I have been feeling like all this humidity was going to lead to something wonderful...and it did! However, today is still just really humid, but we do have a nice breeze.

So, I am reading the newspaper this morning expecting to see the typical traffic crackdowns, maids jumping to their deaths, and vehicle accidents, but what I read was appalling to me. First and foremost, it's Ramadan. Kuwait is an Islamic country. And we have Kuwaiti women cheating on their husband while he's at the mosque, Kuwaiti soldiers eating in public, Kuwaiti men beating their drivers because they fast, and even killing their house-girls over unfinished chores (articles below). All of this is a shame, regardless of what day of the year it is. What is going on over here? I can't even believe the lack of self control and anger.

Is there an answer? Can these issues be addressed and solved in a reasonable manner?

When a Muslim beats and stabs a non-Muslim for fasting during Ramadan, who is really behaving more Islamic?

And when a Muslim woman sneaks her boyfriend into her home while her husband is at the mosque, what message is this sending?

Sponsor beats his maid to death

KUWAIT CITY: A Sri Lankan housemaid, in her 30s, died after her Kuwaiti sponsor hit her Saturday in his flat in Farwaniya due to a dispute over household chores. Sources disclosed the citizen went to his flat Saturday and asked the maid why she failed to do her tasks. Infuriated at the incompetence of the maid, the citizen hit her until she died. Police arrested the Kuwaiti, who admitted the crime.

Krishnan stabbed for ‘fasting’ by his sponsor

KUWAIT CITY: A non-Muslim Indian expatriate, working as a domestic worker in Firdous, was allegedly stabbed by his sponsor, for fasting. Krishnan, the victim, was speaking to the Arab Times Sunday after being discharged from Farwaniya hospital where he was admitted for treatment for stab injuries. The incident happened last Tuesday, Sept 2, when Krishnan was preparing to break his fast in his room near his Sponsor’s house. “I heard a loud bang on the door. When my roommate, another Indian worker, opened the door, my angry sponsor charged in and inquired angrily about some pavement work going on in his house. “When I said I am waiting to break my fast, he became very furious and asked why a non-Muslim has to fast, and began beating me. He then seized a knife that was lying near the fridge and came to attack me, when I fled. He came after me and stabbed me in my hand, and by the side of my stomach.” The sponsor also allegedly beat Krishnan in the face bruising him badly. “However, now he is after me begging me not to complain about him to the police.” Krishnan has been allegedly promised all kinds of inducements by his sponsor for his silence over the issue. Krishnan said he likes to fast because “it gives a very cleansing effect.” He has been fasting during Ramadan for the last couple of years. “Last year I fasted on all 30 days.”

Drugs: Police have arrested a Saudi man in his 30s for possessing drugs and narcotic pills, reports Alam Al-Yawm daily.
According to a security source the suspect was ordered to stop for reckless driving and when an officer walked up to him to check his driving licence, he noticed the man behave abnormal. The officer then searched the man and seized from him a finger of hashish and 30 narcotic pills.

Stuntman: Police have arrested a 19-year-old Kuwaiti soldier for violating traffic rules. He was caught making stunts with his car in Salmiya, reports Arrouiah daily.
It has been reported the soldier, who was also caught eating in broad daylight and violating Ramadan fasting rules, has been handed over to the military police.

Lover caught when husband went to perform Fajr prayers

Kuwait: Police have arrested a 24-year-old Kuwaiti woman and her 23-year-old bedoun boyfriend for having sex, reports Al-Rai daily. It has been reported the boyfriend tiptoed into the woman’s bedroom when her husband went to perform Fajr prayers in a nearby mosque. When the man returned from prayer he caught the man red-handed and screamed for help. He was caught by police who were helping firemen put out a fire in a nearby building.

What is going on with the weather?! First we have almost a month of sandstorms, then the typical Kuwaiti oven-like heat, and now humidity as if I am standing on a peninsula in a tropical rain-forest! This is by far the absolute worst summer weather I have ever experienced in Kuwait! A few years ago it was so hot that one could only describe it as "standing in an oven with a blow-dryer being blown at you on high." But the following year was rather mild. No sandstorms, no humidity, a few hot weeks, and poof, it was over.

Can someone please tell me this weather is an indication of a really cold, wet, rainy, blustery, winter?! PLEASE! I'm a girl who loves "bad weather" and bad boys, but that's another story. I enjoy sitting back, watching the storms roll in over the sea, or the snow falling in the woods outside my home (American home), with a fire roaring in the fireplace, and a good cup of coffee in hand, perhaps a little light jazz in the background. Ahhhh, I miss life at the "other home" every time I'm here, and I miss it here when I am there.

My hair and skin suffer greatly in all of this humidity. Though I have straight, fine hair, I suddenly feel like an oily haired chick sporting an afro. My skin always feels dirty and like it's screaming for a facial. My pores are clogged, my makeup sweats off, and my lips get overly dry. Not sure how, but they do. I suppose all of this moisture in the air must have some benefits to something, but if it's not personally benefiting me, then I don't want to be bothered! Yes, I'm being a little spoiled and whiny today.

A couple of days ago we did have a day of very low humidity. I got off of my elevator in the basement and thought, "Oh yeah! This is good!" since I didn't break out into a sweat and feel as though someone had dumped a bucket of water on my head. However, by 4pm, it was back!! Why?! Why?! Why?! What is the purpose of all of this humidity? And can I stay in the house until it's all over?

Every morning, when I wake up the first thing I find myself doing is looking over at the huge windows which act as one of the walls in my bedroom. If they're all fogged up and appear to have water dripping off of them on the outside, I know I might as well pull my hair up, put on a good moisturizer, skip the makeup, and call it a day. Yes, I frighten innocent people throughout the day, but hey, it's the best I can do.

Why does one despise humidity as much as I do? Well, I hate the feeling of being dirty. And to me, being humid, means being sweaty, which in turn means being dirty! Ewww.

This morning I realize I have several little bits of nothingness on my mind.

First, I made a few small changes to my website, deleted some of the unnecessary content, and added videos. I will add more as time goes on and my connection is faster.

Next I was thinking about Taco Bell. I have a penchant for Mexican food but the closest I can get over here is Taco Bell. Other than Chi-Chi's, we do have them as well. Anyone remember that restaurant from the states? We had one around the corner from my house when I was pregnant with my first son. I was incredibly sick for the entire nine months, but constantly wanted Chi-Chi's. It was completely off limits, so I avoided it, but I am certain it was the first meal I had once he was born. Oh yeah, so last night I was eating Taco Bell and as I was opening the little packs of mild sauce to put on my food, I notice they have catchy sayings on each package. Something like bottles of Snapple, but I was more impressed with Taco Bell's creativity. One said, "I'm off today, see next pack" and the next said, "Hey! It's you again." I found these packages of sauce to be the most amusing things I've encountered in quite a while, and started wondering, "Who is this witty person writing jingles for Taco Bell mild sauce packages?" Hmmm.

Finally -- voting. I don't often type about America and the things going on there, since, well, I am the American girl in KUWAIT I thought I should stick to the topic at hand. However, the United States elections are always really big news. I mean, we are the most powerful country in the world, and our next leader is sure to make a difference to other countries to some degree.

Speaking of which...our next leader?! Though I won't disclose whether or not I'm a Rep or a Dem, I think many can figure that out by reading my blog. So rarely am I torn about who I wish to vote for. This year, on the other hand, I'm not torn, I'm just not interested!

Hilary Clinton was the most awesome candidate. Not to mention the fact that she had Bill by her side. That's a plus in any arena. Unfortunately, those days are long since gone and now we're left to choose between weak and weary? Yeah, "change is coming" that's for sure. Before it's all said and done the value of the dollar will plummet below that of the Zambia Kwacha, unemployment will increase by an additional 6%, and housing foreclosures will continue to monopolize the nightly news.

We have one candidate who is so far beyond wealthy that his sight of reality is nonexistent. Sure, he has sons who have served in the military, and have been deployed in combat. This is very admirable. How about one of them run for President?! McCain has spent most of his life solving problems with money, and that works miracles...as long as you have money. His brilliant idea of giving $5,000 to each family to purchase their own medical care is proof of this. Sure, McCain, give everyone their little $5,000. See how many children end up without medical coverage, and how many adults go on a crack smoking binge for a week. Good thinking there!

Then of course we have Mr. Weak. This is a man who spent 20+ years of his life attending a church, yes, a place of WORSHIP, listening to another man spew nothing but hatred towards different ethnic and religious groups. Sure, he eventually separated himself, but only after extensive public scrutiny, and not once did he ever confront the man spewing this negativity. As a matter of fact, he spent weeks denying that this was standard practice in his "church." He simply walked away. Kudos! Now what are you going to do when Iran goes public with nuclear missiles? Deny them for several weeks, and then eventually walk away? Obama continues to praise his African American roots, yet only one parent was African American, and he took off and left his mother when Obama was only two (2) years old. And you praise this, Obama?! So in other words, it's acceptable for a man (of any race) to impregnate a woman (of any race) and then disappear? Awesome set of morals there, Mr. Low Standards. Then of course there's the fact you have never held a job where your salary wasn't paid for by tax payers, but that's another story.

I could get into the topic of Michelle Obama, but who has that much time on their hands? At least McCain's wife does get out from under her husband and out of the spotlight every now and then to do some good for the world. Perhaps she should even consider running.

At this point, I feel like the "change" that's coming isn't going to be a good one regardless of who gets elected.

As of yesterday I have returned to my semi-normal human state of being. The weather was great, I got so much done that I had been putting off, and I feel revitalized. Rarely do I get so "blah" feeling as I was a few days ago, and I generally try to see something positive in everything. So when I am little under the weather, I have a tendency to examine it with a microscope.

Uh oh, here we go.

It's not often that I post about my personal life, my family, or the ones close to me. I just feel that bringing attention to myself is rather pointless, and well....who would really be interested in reading about me all the time?!

Anyhoo, when I woke up yesterday morning I felt like a new woman. It was as if I had been given new eyes to see the world through, and suddenly all of my blessings were so very clear. I suppose there are times in our lives when we begin to take everything we have for granted, and forget to be as appreciative as we could be.

I remember when I was younger I loved to go visit my grandparents who usually lived fairly close to us. Sometimes I would even spend summers with them in Florida, and my grandfather would always take us out to the beach on days he wasn't playing golf. My grandmother was very simple, had no interest in vacations, shopping, or spending money (apparently I didn't inherit that from her!). My grandfather was a very tall, broad, gruff, yet professional man. His appearance alone demanded respect....and he got it. My grandmother, on the other hand, was this very petite, soft spoken, southern woman who believed in feeding everyone who came to visit (ahhh, there's something I got from her). My grandparents met at a very young age (13 and 15 I believe). They were married soon after, though her father didn't approve. Being the 1920's and birth control methods weren't widely available, they started having children soon after being married. As a matter of fact, they had one every 18 months for the next several years. Eventually they ended up with seven...yes, SEVEN children. In today's society in America we say, "Whhaaaaaatttt?! You had SEVEN KIDS?!?" Back then, this was normal.

Long story short; My mother was the youngest of all seven. She was their baby, and the one born after my grandfather returned from WWII. So she really was the baby. All the others were born 18 months apart, and then along comes my mom several years later. I suppose my grandfather found comfort in the fact his wife wasn't cheating while he was away at war! So, my mother being the youngest, and me being her baby, I was the youngest grand-baby. My grandmother and I were very close, and I would truly give anything to have just one more moment with her to remind her how special she really was...to everyone who knew her.

My grandparents didn't have an easy marriage for a very long time. They were young, they had very little money, my grandfather was always working, drinking, cheating, and/or not coming home at all. My grandmother would tell me of times she would be walking down the street to her mother's house for food -- she would be pregnant with one, carrying one in her arms, holding one's hand, and two walking behind her. She said she knew her mother must have hated to see her coming, but she knew she could always count on her. I remember once my grandmother told me that my grandfather made about $68 in a month, their rent was $12 a month, and on top of that they had children to feed and an electric bill. I can't even imagine.

Once my grandfather returned from the war, my mother was born, all the kids were getting older and moving out, and I believe he finally matured. He started his own business, became very successful at what he did, made very good money, and had promised my grandmother he would never drink another drop or cheat on her for as long as he lived...and he didn't. From that point forward my grandmother was treasured and respected like she should have been for years before. However, regardless of all the things he ever did, she never considered divorce. I once asked her why, assuming this would be the common solution in today's world and her answer was simply, "He was my husband and the father of my children."

My grandparents were married for 65 years, and died less than a month apart. My grandmother died first. I believe inside my grandfather died at the exact same moment, but his body held on a few weeks longer.

As difficult as things were in my grandmother's life for many years, to her, everything was still a blessing. She never questioned anything, and simply appreciated everything.

Today I am blessed with incredible young men for sons. Healthy parents who I have raised to be wonderful people in their golden years (yes, I raised them well!). I am wise, educated, have a great career, get to experience things in life that many never will. I want for little, and need absolutely nothing at all. I have quality friends, unconditional love, and respect from the people who are important to me. I have a kind heart, a loving nature, and the desire to help others. I enjoy simplicity, as well as challenges. I love to learn lessons, regardless of how painful. I enjoy making mistakes and laughing about them later.

Family, friends, love, laughter, health, and life. How could I have missed all of this? I am truly the "girl who has everything."

I am blessed and thankful.

Mash'Allah! Mash'Allah! Mash'Allah!

OK, I know it's Ramadan, and it's the time for being close to family and friends. It's a time for reflection and kindness. But for some reason, I just can't "get with it."

For the past day or two I have been feeling like a lost soul wandering around wondering where I really belong (this has absolutely nothing to do with you [you know who you are] so get your ego in check). I have distanced myself from so many people I know, and finding myself not even answering their calls. I just don't feel that connection. Perhaps I should review my blog to see when the last time I typed about PMS was...maybe we're dealing with thatagain! Yeah, you would think after 26 years I would have the expected day of the month memorized, but I just can't seem to remember for some reason. I can remember phone numbers like a walking phone book, social security numbers of everyone I ever dated as well as all of my family members, and even Civil ID numbers of some of my close friends. But I can't remember some silly day of the month that has come every month for the past 26 years! It's a little scary, but maybe I'm the female version of Rain Man, yet think I am perfectly normal. OK, "normal" is definitely an overstatement.

Last night I was talking to one of my friends in the states about so much of the things I miss. I was already feeling a little "blah" so perhaps I subconciously reached out to this person to further along my deep dark depression. I started thinking about how easy life is there. No, we don't have house girls and tea boys as the standard. We wash our own clothes, carry our own groceries, and even mop the floor! But, it's still easy. We all have a sense of pride in our lives. We depend on ourselves and loved ones in times of need. We wear our emotions on our sleeves and stop to help others when we see them in trouble. Most of us have "white hearts" and we're proud of this. We take pleasure in very simple things -- like the smell of rain, the deer in our yards, cutting the grass, and a good cup of coffee with friends. We love people because of who they are, and not how expensive their shoes are. We have interests outside of our own existence. And more than anything....we respect other people. Complete strangers. We don't ignore someone because their job is to bag groceries, and we don't belittle someone because of their citizenship status. OK, I can feel a vacation to the states coming reaaaalllllly soon!

Today I plan to sleep, wake up, and insha'Allah feel a little more engaged. I tried to go to the supermarket and bank earlier, but silly me chose the time school was getting out, everyone was getting off of work, and traffic was at its worst! I opted to return home and wallow in a little more self pity. (Yes, I am whining! Problem?)

My bedroom walls really need to be painted. I just looked around and realized this. I mean, I haven't liked the color since I moved in (sky blue...ewww). My bedroom is decorated in deep gold and burgundy colors, and my walls are sky blue! If you're a woman, you can definitely feel my pain.

Oh yeah, what's up with television? I don't have the opportunity to watch too much of it, but all of a sudden Oprah and Dr. Phil who are steady constants in my life have suddenly disappeared, and been replaced by ER and Beautiful People. I find that I hear sirens all the time and I jump up to see who ran whom off of Arabian Gulf St. and it's really an Ambulance pulling into the ER on television. It's the most exercise I've had since I moved here! In the states our television programming runs in "seasons" like literally. We know the new shows will all start in the fall and end early/mid winter. Here they just give you a random season of some semi-popular American show, throw you about 12 episodes in a matter of a week and a half, and then you never see it again. I find myself sometimes wondering "Whaaat happeneeeddd?!" Fortunately I start chanting Civil ID numbers in my head and it all goes away.

Yay life.

Several weeks before Ramadan, and during the month of Ramadan, many supermarkets and co-ops (government supermarkets) raise the prices of many items up to 40%. One would think the amount of food purchased during this time of year would decrease, with many people fasting. However, it actually increases. Many people have large dinners, with many family members and friends, purchasing much more food than usual. Then you have those who cook and feed the ones who have little. So, the amount of food purchased increases, and the supermarkets take advantage of this by also increasing the prices.

Um, isn't this Ramadan?! How can anyone feel this is fair, kind, good, or even ethical? What person sat back and thought it was a great idea to profit from people purchasing food for the month of Ramadan? The concept alone is haram.

Then of course we have the "paper" provided to Kuwaiti citizens that allows them to purchase numerous staple items (rice, oil, chicken) for only KD21 (or KD25, I forget). The number of people claimed in their household is what determines how much of which items they receive at a reduced rate.

So let me get this right...a Kuwaiti citizen who gets a salary, then additional salary for a wife, then more for each child, and then some more for working, oh, and wait, even more for renting an apartment, driving long distances to work (the list goes on and on) gets food at a reduced rate? But there are over 100,000 bedouns in this country who have to drive around searching for free food and count on the generosity of others and they receive nothing at a discounted rate.

If only the price of food were reduced in the supermarkets and co-ops, and all the Kuwaitis donated their "paper" to a bedoun family. Imagine the changes that someone could bring into another person's Ramadan.

My point? Giving doesn't hurt.

Below are just a few organizations that are important to me. Because Ramadan is a time when people are generally more compassionate and generous, I thought now would be the perfect time to share these.

All of these organizations are non-profit and tax deductable.

Refugees International (Stateless persons)

PAWS Q8 (Kuwait Animal Shelter)

Rottweiler Rescue

Homeless Kids International

HOPE World Wide

Below is information about Islam, and the standard practice of the Muslim religion.

Kuwait is a country made up of approximately 2.2 million people, with 96% of them being Muslim. In the United States, approximately 33% of the population is Muslim, making it the most practiced religion in America (Christians 28%, Catholics 21%).

That being said, Islam is still sometimes misunderstood by many people from my country, and this is very disturbing to me. I still often hear Americans use "Muslim and Terrorist" in the same sentence, apparently forgetting about the many other acts of terrorism by non-Muslims.

Below you will read nothing about hate, about murder, or about hurting people. As that's not what Islam is about at all.


The five pillars

Shahadah

Main article: Shahadah

The Shahadah (Arabic: شهادة (help·info) transliteration: Šahādah) is the basic creed or tenet of Islam (Submission): "'ašhadu 'en-lā ilāha ilāh-lāhu wa 'ašhadu 'anna muħammadan 'abduho wa rasūluh", or "I testify that there is no god but Allah, and I testify that Muhammad is a messenger of Allah". As the most important pillar, this testament is a foundation for all other beliefs and practices in Islam. Ideally, it is the first words a newborn will hear, and children are taught as soon as they are able to understand it and it will be recited when they die. Muslims do not have to repeat the shahadah in prayer, but non-Muslims wishing to convert to Islam are required to recite the creed.^[3] Technically the Shi'a do not consider the Shahadah to be a separate pillar, but connect it to the beliefs.^[4]

Salat

Main article: Salat

The second pillar of Islam is Salat, the requirement to pray five times a day at fixed times.^[5] The time of day to pray are at dawn, noon, mid-afternoon, sunset, and night fall. Each salat is performed facing towards the Kaaba in Makkah. Salat is intended to focus the mind on Allah; it is seen as a personal communication with Allah, expressing gratitude and worship. According to the Qur'an, the benefit of prayer "restrains [one] from shameful and evil deeds".^{[Qur'an 29:40][5]}

Salah is compulsory but some flexibility in the specifics is allowed depending on the circumstances.^[6] For example, in the case of sickness or a lack of space, a worshipper can offer salah while sitting, or even lying down, and the prayer can be shortened when travelling.^[6] The salah must be performed in the Arabic language to the best of each worshipper's ability. If s/he cannot speak Arabic, then his/her native language can't be used. The lines of prayer are to be recited by heart (although beginners may use written aids), and the worshipper's body and clothing, as well as the place of prayer, must be cleansed.^[6]

All prayers should be conducted within the prescribed time period (waqt) and with the appropriate number of units (raka'ah). While the prayers may be made at any point within the waqt, it is considered best to begin them as soon as possible after the call to prayer is heard.^[7]

Zakat

Main article: Zakat

Zakat, or alms-giving, is the practice of charitable giving by Muslims based on accumulated wealth, and is obligatory for all who are able to do so. It is considered to be a personal responsibility for Muslims to ease economic hardship for others and eliminate inequality.^[8] Zakah consists of spending a fixed portion of one's wealth for the benefit of the poor or needy, including slaves, debtors and travellers. A Muslim may also donate more as an act of voluntary charity (sadaqah), in order to achieve additional divine reward.^[9]

There are two main types of zakah. First, there is the zakah on traffic, which is a fixed amount based on the cost of food that is paid during the month of Ramadan by the head of a family for himself and his dependents. Second, there is the zakah on wealth, which covers money made in business, savings, income, and so on.^[10] In current usage zakah is treated as a 2.5% levy on most valuables and savings held for a full lunar year, as long as the total value is more than a basic minimum known as nisab (three ounces or 87.48g of gold). As of 16 October 2006, nisab is approximately US$1,750 or an equivalent amount in any other currency.^[11] Many Shi'as are expected to pay an additional amount in the form of a khums tax, which they consider to be a separate ritual practice.^[12]

Sawm

Main article: Sawm

Ritual fasting is an obligatory act during the month of Ramadan^[14] Muslims must abstain from food, drink, and sexual intercourse from dawn to dusk during this month, and are to be especially mindful of other sins.^[14] The fast is meant to allow Muslims to seek nearness to Allah, to express their gratitude to and dependence on him, to atone for their past sins, and to remind them of the needy.^[15] During Ramadan, Muslims are also expected to put more effort into following the teachings of Islam by refraining from violence, anger, envy, greed, lust, harsh language, gossip and to try to get along with each other better than normal. In addition, all obscene and irreligious sights and sounds are to be avoided.^[16]

Fasting during Ramadan is not obligatory, and even forbidden in some cases, for several groups for whom it would be dangerous or excessively problematic. These include pre-pubescent children, those with a medical condition such as diabetes, elderly people, and pregnant or breastfeeding women. Observing fasts is not permitted for menstruating women. Other individuals for whom it is considered acceptable not to fast are those who are ill or on a travel. Missing fasts usually must be made up soon afterwards, although the exact requirements vary according to circumstance.^{[17][18][19][20]}

Many Muslims break their fast with a date because it is claimed Muhammed broke his fast with a date.

Hajj

Main article: Hajj

The Hajj is a pilgrimage that occurs during the Islamic month of Dhu al-Hijjah to the holy city of Mecca, and derives from an ancient Arab practice. Every able-bodied Muslim is obliged to make the pilgrimage to Mecca at least once in their lifetime if they can afford it.^[21] When the pilgrim is around ten kilometers from Mecca, he must dress in Ihram clothing, which consists of two white sheets.^[22] The main rituals of the Hajj include walking seven times around the Kaaba, touching the Black Stone, traveling seven times between Mount Safa and Mount Marwah, and symbolically stoning the Devil in Mina.^[22]

The pilgrim, or the haji, is honoured in their community. For some, this is an incentive to perform the Hajj. Islamic teachers say that the Hajj should be an expression of devotion to Allah, not a means to gain social standing. The believer should be self-aware and examine their intentions in performing the pilgrimage. This should lead to constant striving for self-improvement^[23]

A pilgrimage made at any time other than the Hajj season is called an Umrah, and while not mandatory is strongly encouraged.