I can’t say I approve of the Iraqi journalist’s methods. President Bush is a sitting head of state, alhamdulillah on his way out, but I believe, no matter our differences, he should at least be afforded a modicum of respect.
If you would like to try to emulate the journalist, you can try your shoe throwing skills in the Can You Throw A Shoe at Bush game.
I like to play Scrabulous. Do you?
Thanks to Jinnzaman for highlighting this site and whose new blog is rated NC-17.
Playing UNO with a bunch of sisters is fun and sometimes malicious. The malicious use of the draw four, draw two, skip, and reverse cards are not always in the spirit of loving for your fellow Muslim what you love for yourself.
Just to raise the stake a bit the winner gets to select an ayah from any place in the Quran and selects one of the losers (I mean runner-up, second place is first loser and all that) to tell us from which surah the ayah is found in and complete it.
Who wants to play? I’ll bring the cards. 🙂
Have they not looked at the birds above them, with wings outspread and folded back? Nothing holds them up but the All-Merciful. He sees all things. [Mulk 67/19]
Narrated ‘Umar bin Al-Khattab: I heard Allah’s Messenger peace and blessings of Allah be upon him saying. “If all of you relied on Allah with due reliance, He would certainly give you provision as He gives it to birds who issue forth hungry in the morning and return with their belly full at dusk.” [At-Tirmidhi]
If you like March of the Penguins, you’ll like Winged Migration. There is a soundtrack, not overbearing but you may want to watch it on mute. The film chronicles the huge distances different species of birds fly in their annual migration and some of their unique behavior.
How amazing is the Creator of the created beings. You can find many clips on YouTube from the film but it’s best to watch the documentary as a whole. I’ve included short clips on the Northern Gannets and Geese.
Continue reading “Winged Migration”
Mezba’s blog is a woman and Suroor’s blog is a man and my blog is a baby.
Although at times it feels like a penguin. Have you seen March of the Penguins? Watch the trailer.
When I neglect or put her (I guess my blog is a she) down for a while, she begins to cry out for me. When I go to work, I feel like I’m leaving her behind in daycare. I worry if she will be ok when I am away and wonder if I should put her into full moderation so she doesn’t see any mean-spirited comments or disgusting spam.
When I’m away from her, I’m always thinking of new gifts (posts) and clothes (themes) for her, she’s too young for hijab so I don’t password protect my posts although sometimes I am tempted to do so.
I wonder how she will turn out as she grows up, she has continually surprised and amazed me with her independance, even when I go away she is able to adpat and take care of herself.
Nigerians particularly those from the Ibo tribe at least in my experience have this way of saying nonsense as a phrase at the end of sentence or a sentence by itself as a means of showing their disdain or displeasure for something.
For example, he has a good job but he got caught stealing a t-shirt. Nonsense.
Or, she went to the airport without her passport expecting that they would let her fly. Nonsense.
Or in an discussion after the person you disagree with finishes speaking or presenting their argument. You reply: Nonsense… and then you proceed with your argument.
And even if the person is speaking in Ibo, the word nonsense is always said in English.