Walk Like an Egyptian?

Cleansing the Mind with Gratitude

Getting to Know Myself

Happy Eid
So I did some retail therapy, had a yummy Iftar at Wagamama's, and am feeling a little more light hearted. Just wanted to wish everyone a happy Eid. Thank you all my readers for giving me your ear and shoulder when I need it.Love you for the sake of Allah.In shaa Allah I will have some new pics to show you after Eid. Going on a mini vacation to Alex.كل عام وانتم بخيرالله أكبر الله أكبر الله أكبر لا إله إلا اللهالله أكبر الله أكبر و لله الحمد

Eid Woes
I think I do this every Eid. But, I am going to say it again anyway.I hate Eid in Egypt. I suppose, in Dubai, most people I knew were without their extended families. So, everyone gathered together, or visited each other or whatever. It felt like a party. Something to celebrate. But Eid here does not feel like that at all. I suppose the fact that I don't have a family here - only my husband's - it leaves me feeling even more sad.Being a convert is really hard for that fact alone. My family does not celebrate my holidays, nor do I celebrate theirs. Of course, most members of my family don't talk to each other (or me) anyway, but that is beside the point. I d

The Rebel in Me
When one thinks of a rebel, I suppose you would imagine tattoos, piercings, someone breaking the law, being mouthy, disobediant and so on. Nowawdays, that is more often than not, so I hardly think the definition continues to apply. I remember I had a questionnaire that asked if I was a rebel or if I followed the rules... and it was sent to all the people that you know. People would say, that I USED to be a rebel but now I follow the rules.The fact is though, although I follow the rules as best I can of Allah swt, I hardly think I am a follower. I don't generally do what other people to, or even think like other people think. And, in fact, I am quite the risk take

Sleepless in the Big Mango
"I'm addicted to being awake," says Sameh Marghani, under the dizzying lights of a Cairo neighborhood teeming with families shopping and teenagers nodding to the boom-boom of their car stereos.It is midnight in Heliopolis, in northern Cairo, where the late night bumper-to-bumper traffic gives no hint of a workday beginning nine hours later."It's not in our culture to sleep early," says another night owl, Abdo, 39, who asked that his surname be withheld."The only reason to go to bed early is if you are going to get a pay cut for showing up late at work, otherwise, why sleep early?" asks the balding man with deep dimples, who admits his children regularly s

Just a line....
To say.. I'm here... somewhere! But I hardly have a moment to think, and the blog seems extremely low on my list of priorities (or even my lists of things I am interested in right now, sorry to say!)I guess it is exciting really to have a life for the first time since coming to Egypt, I have so much that I am interested in (and a lot less to complain about).I would like to ask, however, one more time, as a plea for my blood sister, who is finishing up her ECE in Toronto... I am trying to help support her in her efforts, and advising her to reach out to people and do more things, and who knows, maybe one day she will see fit through her experience to continue helpin