In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Yin to My Yang.”
And among His Signs is this, that He created for you mates from among yourselves, that ye may dwell in tranquility with them, and He has put love and mercy between your (hearts): verily in that are Signs for those who reflect.
Once more, some of us Muslims present in Barbados yesterday, attended Eid gaah at the Graeme Hall Bird Sanctuary. After the salaat and the khutbah, and the snacks, we dispersed. Some of us to perform the qurbani and the associated tasks of cutting up, weighing, parcelling, distributing, cooking, eating.
For me, it is always …..nostalgic might be the best adjective, but teary in any event, where one’s chest fills, to witness the udhiya. Growing up, my father would have been the main protagonist, guiding my maternal uncles through the process. I remember very clearly standing with head covered touching the particular selected animal while the intention was recited by the person carrying out the slaughter, with the names of those who took shares in same. My experience in Barbados has been different – personal intention is sufficient. So BD, NoS and I, and BH when we can find him, usually recite the intention for ourselves and get on with it.
Which we did yesterday. The friends who usually take shares with us are relocating, so yesterday BD and I skinned the cowheels under their supervision, so that next year we can do it on our own.
Our other traditions were to eat some of the liver (cooked) that day. BH abhors liver, and Children are not particularly enamoured. I had some of our host’s as did Youngest who enjoyed it but didn’t want to.
May Allah swt accept our sacrifices.
Youngest spent the 10th anniversary of his birth at school,
but afore he departed, he was treated
to pancakes and cocoa
and a gift
Upon his return, he waited for his siblings and his mum
and joined them and his dad
for a dish of lasagne a la Garfield
Some time in between he voiced that BakerDaughter
had baked him a cake from which Number One Son had partaken a slice
Ooh said mum, I didn’t know said NoS
So out came the decoy cake featured below
And out came the feature cake pictured above
And at fajr, and maghrib and every other prayer that day
and at every prayer
shukr is given for their blessings
On practically every school outing during my early years, we visited the Zoo and the Botanical Gardens in Port of Spain. This summer, I was able to revisit with BH, children, Nieces and YoungerBrother in tow. Pictured here are the Emperor Valley Zoo’s latest acquisition, 7 year old Mellie and Mandela (so much for originality). And again, we praise Allah swt:
“And there is no creature on [or within] the earth or bird that flies with its wings except [that they are] communities like you. We have not neglected in the Register a thing. Then unto their Lord they will be gathered.” (Qur’an, 6:38)”
These are photos of Little Bay, St. Lucy in Barbados. I found a symphony within the breaking of the waves. You can’t see it, but there is an actual natural stage/amphitheatre of rock beneath those waters. All praise is due to Allah, the Creator.
This really follows on from by second to last post Beyond the vail. Some sisters in Barbados have launched Petition for Sisters’ Space, asking for support in the plea to those in control, to include within the construction and infrastructure of a proposed new masjid, a SPACE FOR SISTERS.
I invite you to check out the Petition and to read the comments, and to sign. The goal is for 1000 signatures, the 25% mark has just been reached. The phrasing of the appeal does convey a misconception, and perhaps should read ‘of the existing mosques in Barbados, three …….’ There are 6 congregational prayer spaces in Barbados, 5 of which have jummah salaah, and only 2 of which include sisters’ space. The misstatement in the petition has caused some caustic comments, but should not hinder you from supporting the effort by signing on, or by adding to your du’as a du’a that all masjids include spaces for sisters to attend and to pray.
As I think I have posted before, the masjid which is approximately 5 minutes away from my workplace has no allocated sisters’ space and I drive the 20 minutes or so to attend jummah at Masjid ibn Umar. This despite the recent reconstruction (practically in toto) of the masjid which is 5 minutes away – the one at which my husband prayed maghrib salaat, while I prayed on the grassy area in the car park opposite the masjid – the one, photos of which, along with the invitation to sisters to visit at specific times on two specific days to view, have reinforced for me that the world is my masjid.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handwritten.” <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/handwritten/”>Handwritten</a>
And you scroll painstakingly through the photos to see what I could possibly have scrawled – wait, was it the swirl on the cake? No. At our age, it is rare these days for BelovedHusband and me to be invited to weddings. I have attended four and we have attended three over the past three months. All various age combinations, different audiences, different settings. What does this have to do with my handwriting? Well, for YoungerBrother, it was the crayon pencilled writing of his and his bride’s names for the backdrop, for my SparklingFriend (whose wedding I have yet to blog about), it was the words in the wedding card, and for the last, it was the words written to the young, first-time doctor bride and her groom, invoking the blessings of Allah swt on their union. No greater gift can one give.
This is merely a visual of the women’s space at a masjid where BelovedHusband and I prayed in August this year. There is a project which I have come across online titled ‘Side Entrance’, and it brought this to mind immediately. It is also an apt intro for the next post I post! (The notice at the top of the stairs says that that space (upstairs) is only to be used by sisters during taraweeh and jummah.)