First Day Out Fundraising.
Today was our first day out in the community fund raising for Gaza, because as i've clearly shown in other blogs I care & I really wana do summat to help the peopple.
We brought a stall at the local islamic school's summer fair. We had mendhi & water bomb games going off. We made £123.48 exactly, it lasted 3 hours from 1 till 4 and I think it went quite well mashallah.
We raised a good amount of money & we had a good day i'm absolutely shattered but it was a very good day. From being drenched by little kids with water baloons to talking to brothers & sisters about whats happening in Gaza and their views on everything.
Ayatollah Fadlallah
Hezbollah founder Ayatollah Fadlallah died in Lebanon 4 July 2010.
KT's thoughts (:
Ahah my sister's thoughts on the way to my cousin's bbq. It was very early and Her questions were getting annoying so i told her to write them down and i'd answer them all later :p
Too early in the morning... little yellow leaf levitating.
I get out the car, half dead. and see this leaf, levitating. what else could i do?
Awesome yellow little leaf. levitating. Better than any psychic octopus, even if it glowed in the dark
30hrs in France
well..that was what was suppose to happen. but it didnt go that way.
anyway. We travel for TWELVE hours. I dont think our family is suppose to travel at normal times. We have NO idea where the time went and how come it took us so long. (average time is 9 hours and thats when we take a 2 hours ferry ride which is furthest north, this time we took the eurotunnel...)
anyway, left at 5pm and got "home" at 5am (saturday morning)
then 11.30 was the town hall reception (we went for a wedding)
It's guetting late...
Nearly twelve hours we've been on the road.
Childhood Masjid- Men's side (kinda)
I dont know if you can see clearly. But this is the side where i used to run around because it was soo big there was always space at the back to play tag. Then one day we couldnt go anymore. But we'd grown out of playing tag so it wasnt too much a problem. And anyway, the boys were guetting boring now.
The Masjid of my childhood. - women side.
This is wear i learned that you're not allowed to run in the mosque. This is where i learnt segregation and that beyond an age you're not allowed on the boy side anymore. This is wear i spend most of my taraweeh, this is the place where we met the family and the friends.