Happy Libyan Mothers' and Childrens' Day !

To all Libyan Children and Mothers

In Libya the 20th and 21st March Mothers' and Childrens' Day are celebrated at the same time !

In the past I visited many hospitalized children some with HIV others with Cancer. To my knowledge these children are taken care of during these days and I got slapped in the face by many who thought and said I had done it for mere publicity -none of which is true.

I now visit the orphanage and many hospitals at least once a month when I dont have a health issue and can have someone replace me at work.The children are so happy to see me when I visit I have tried in vain to take pics of them but its not permitted.I have also adopted two children from the orphanage with Down Syndrome .The important thing is that they feel that someone cares for them.......

Lolitta Ali ,a good friend of mine and a recent blogger, who writes beautiful poetry ,encouraged me to write a poem for my mother,who is also a relative of hers. I dont think my daughters will follow suite ,or just maybe they will lol we will have to see on Saturday what they come up with ; my bridezillas lol!

My Mama :

My mother is someone who loves me

Who cares for me in every way

She sits down and listens

To what I have to say



She always thinks I'm beautiful

Never puts me down

She always has a smile

To wipe away my frown



My mother is someone who believes in me

Always pushes me to go high

Tells me to believe in myself

No matter what I say



My mother is like an angel

Although without the wings

She tells me to enjoy

Life's most smallest things



I really love my mother

She means so much to me

Mama I really love you

And that's how it always will be.

Libyan Bridezillas ; want them ???

Having daughters getting married is something that every mother wishes to attend while still alive.This has been my wish since I became a mother;to have my nest ,set the wings and teach them to fly to later see them actually fly away !

The girls wanting everything in tip top order screaming when not obtainable,and I get to calm this one ,then her sis then well another problem comes up……blah blah blah

I sometimes panic at the thought of remaining all alone, but ce est la vie !
You have no idea what I have been going through lately for the arrangement of the sala ie the reception hall ,the invites, the tasting of the food some of which was a total disaster. And the postponement; every time we’re ready a death occurs and we have to postpone again!SIGH !

Ah yes ,the zimzamat,have had to reserve the zimzamat( some have told me theyre haram-I couldn’t care less because the same bunch of hypoctites supposedly good muslim are just that, universal hypocruites big time. I listen to my heart and my intuition has never failed me.The party has to be blast so all ladies can enjoy themselves.I usually notice the ones who stated of the zemzamat being haram are the first to dance lol…..when I tell them I thought they said they were haran they reply they couldn’t not dance as the music was great !


A folkloric group of ladies that play and sing old songs some of which can be quite dirty slang wise ,though I do admit they brighten up the atomosphere,and all though they disapprove of them ,dance to their songs with such joy .Hypocrites ?? No, the songs will leave anyone wanting to dance due to their words and husky voices( due to smoking ). They were always provided alcohol in the past ,nowadays its cigarettes only hopefully.

Now my daughter the bridezillas ,they are rushing getting everything in tip top shape . When preparing their suitcases and things they have bought for their new homes ,my eyes became watery and I felt it ,yes deep down in my gut. You grow up your kids ,teach them and there comes a time when they will have to go and you’re supposed to be happy, not that I’m not.

They are marrying great guys, MashaAllah and I do wish them the best in life.My son tells me it’s the fear of becoming a granny that may be the reason for my so called state of mind. I answer it isn’t ,just that my job is done and I have to learn to move on. I have created with Allahs help fine dependable young women whom I have sacrificed my life to and I do not in any way shape or form regret doing so.

May Allah bless them for me as I am thankful for being alive and seeing them leave my nest and make one for themselves..Alhamdulilah.

What more can I ask???

Dear Violet..........

Linking to Violets recent post….

Dear Violet,
I do thank you for bringing up such an interesting topic which I experienced with my first born daughter.


In my opinion, when a woman is strong willed, educated ,and aware of what she’s up against, she will never fall for jerks or control freaks, thus making her life a successful one ie making the right choice

I have daughters and when my first went to university I was such a proud mother. I have always been close to my children but never over protective of fear that they become weak and wont be able to stand up to what beliefs and principles I brought them up with ,mainly of being themselves .

My daughter had always excelled in school emitting herself from partying with her friends and cousins,on the ocasions Only the religious festivals would she attend, to go to her grand parents whom she adored and they praised, for such a beautiful mind and serious commitment in studying. Even her siblings, my younger children in contrast, where nothing to compare to their big sis’s scholastic records. She even had teachers fighting over her to have her in their class! Till this day they have her photo on the school board as being the most brilliant of students, the school had ever had!

Upon entering the university here in Tripoli at Al Fatah , Engineering at that –you’d think that young ladies had better insight than average illiterate, ignorant women who had no chance of finishing college and getting a degree. Little did I know of what my daughter was up against.


Soon she made friends, and all were young men whom she could relate to, needless to say she couldn’t get along with the female engineers. They were so much into catching a man and putting on a show of stupidity and pretense that she just couldn’t stand.

The young men respected her and really enjoyed her presence as their main focus was in passing with the best results. They would gather and study all together.

All fine you might say –till one day she was laughed at for being so into her courses telling her she would never marry a Libyan, and remain a spinster.
Such harsh words, which only emphasized how jealous they were of how well she was doing in her studies and she answered back stating that if all Libyan men thought in the same manner she would not want to marry them and could, have them!
Yes. that was my girl ! I have brought up a lady with principles and priorities, she, the weakest in character of her siblings spoke out. I was so happy and that made my day.

When discussing this issue with my girlfriends many which are multicultural ,some married to Libyans others divorced, we came to a conclusion that men in general , but especially Libyan men, seem to thoughroghly enjoy the intelligence of women ,in everyday co working relationships, while discussing current or past issues- but at the end of the day, that they settle for the stupid ones when marrying , to make them feel grand machos!

Easy they say ......

Last week I had lasic done. All ok and so what you might add.Still My situation was not of the norm as I had a passed eye infection due to the cement blowing into my eyes –and I did a good job of rubbing it in!

My saviours none other than the Saint James Hospital who had a visiting doctor last week and encouraged me to do the lasic.

Now Ive become short and narrow sighted. Why? Having to answer to students querries and truly enjoying the face to face contact I always forgot that I was looking at them with my reading glasses. I remember telling myself that vision wasn’t bad cause I could see all their skin imperfections!

If they had let me Id have squeezed their pimples . Strange? Well I just cant stand a pimple looking at me straight in the eye!

So upon doing the pre-lasic I was found to be a plus and not a minus. Meaning both far and short sighted augh !
What next ? I asked .
Its easy said the surgeon ,you wont feel a thing but the next day you feel very uncomfortable-then you’ll be ok and wont need glasses any longer . Need I say what I replied , Sure I jumped on the idea and was so happy to have it done.

Now the next day was not only uncomfortable ,but more of a day in hell. I have had many operations, kids and other this was different. One doesn’t know the meaning of having sight till something goes wrong. They had given me drops to use whenever I felt pain. Asked them if they had anything stronger to knock me off –they hadn’t sigh.

I just slept all day and had all kinds of dreams or should I say nightmares. Guess this was due to the laser light I had. Gosh even going to the toilet became a journey ! I was soooo cold one minute boiling the next really- drove my girls crazy….

I had to be fed. Just imagine, cause otherwise Id spill everything on to myself . Yes , I became an invalid at the mercy of my kids. Something ,Ms Luna so high and mighty would never want , dream of,let alone accept.

Before I had the darn lasic I had asked that I be back to work after two days and they gave me the look. We’ll see how you feel and then you decide.

Two days passed and the pain lingered. I only sleep upon taking panadol extra which I haven’t taken since God knows when.

Three and four days passed.Still wearing my darkest sunglasses joking about being a movie star when I had just woke up then Ms Luna the pain stricken nauseated lady would show up and all kids and cats would disappear into thin air !

NO tv ,mobile no lights naturally or sunshine . I was living in the dark ages. Bet they’d say they had fun back then ! Something new I started to react to whoever spoke to me by looking upwards kind of like Stevie Wonder or Ray Charles not that I sing or play the piano like them !Now I know why they look up. Hearing became a skillful art or maybe it was a mental thing - I actually heard more by moving my head in the upright left –right direction duh !

Finally my fifth day and the lens that was placed had to be removed. AT LONG LAST.

I had a meeting the very same day at the British Council, needless to say I went with my eyes fiery red and bloodshot. People I encountered actually stared and felt sorry and some even had tears cause they couldn’t look at my eyes thinking they still stung. Told them that the dark eye glasses were a cover up as I was Hollywood star in disguise !

I forgot to mention that all who did lasic with me had encountered no problems and were back at work. They were all minuses and I was plus.Good old plus . Never has something sounding so positive affected one in the most super negative of negatives ever !

Why is it that ...............

1)A man introduces his wife so proudly to other women while staring at their bodies imagining God knows what, and she ,the wife believes he’s telling the truth?

2) A woman cheating on her husband stating she is happily married gets away with it, because everybody believes her?

3) Divorced children become more dependant than those who are raised by their happily married parents?

4) A wife says that her husband is great, while she can’t stand the sight of him?

5) A husband shows off his wife while having affairs saying he’s married and committed yet continues to take the ladies for a cheap ride?

6) Its always the woman’s fault, when a marriage falls apart?

7) Its acceptable for a man to marry a younger woman and not vice versa?

8) Divorced women seek marriages more than widowed ones?

9) Custody is given to mothers who have no joy in mothering, nor could care less about their children, and not the opposite?

10) Older people are not expected to have relationships or remarry?

11) A woman is considered to not be normal, or socially accepted if unmarried?

12) Men can play around and is considered the norm, whereas with women she’d be labeled a slut?

13) Men can love many women but women can love only one man?

14) Building of a family is more focused on the wife’s responsibility and not the husband’s?

15) A woman in love will always get heartbroken, unlike a man?

16) Men and women fall in love when young but gets numb as they grow older?

17) A woman or man who falls in love at middle age is considered crazy?

18) That the more children get from their parents, materialistically or other the more

they want?

19) Parents are never wrong and their decisions are appreciated by all, though wrong at

times??

20) Elderly men enjoy sex but women are disgusted at the event and do it for the mere purpose of getting it over with?

21) Men enjoy the company of intelligent women yet marry the stupid ones?

22) Women marry stable men but would rather be whisked away by a playboy?

23) Women know the men are lying to them yet they enjoy their company?

24) Men can’t stand women who lie to them?

25) Jealous women and men destroy the love and respect in their relationships?

26) Women who would give up the world to be with the man they love are refused and opted with someone out of the blue and vice versa?

27) Long lasting marriages are no longer happening?

28) Divorce has increased?

29) A newly married couple is expected to have kids and have an ever loving relationship?

30) Adopted children aren’t something the general public approves of?

Really wanting your feedback as Im still not finished with writing my novel which I will post in sections......

Take care and have a lovely weekend !

Kids and cats go hand in hand !

Everyday I come home from work its the same story- I rush to prepare lunch . Not that I need to . I have girls who enjoy doing it with great love, but this feeling of being a mother first eats me and try as I may I cant be served by my own kids !Not now, anyway, maybe Id think about it just before I die and let them have a go lol.Id be on my death bed and anything theyd give me wont be their responsibility-mothering thats what its about.

So , as I was saying ,I go home to a family of5 kids! yep 5 of them . Now for the weekends I have over my 2 adopted kids who are the real angels as they are retarded. Aha 7 in all. They are great fun and my older kids help me out with them. Now if that wasn't enough my kids have adopted 2 cats on short term lease-but I don't believe them . They only told me so ,to get my consent!
I told them they'd have to clean and feed them and if ever,ever, I caught them meowing and not tended to Id give them away to friends who'd be more responsible.I was looked upon as the wicked witch-those of you who havekids know and acknowledge "the rolling of the eyes look
( mothers huh)."

Today I went home and guess what ?? As soon as I got in the doorbell rang and a trashman wanted extra money to take the trash away. ? Could I say no ?Obviously not.So I bargained with him-something whch I hate doing,but must .He'd agree to take it all for LD5 . Now I already pay the what you call it LD10 who never show up unless 2-3 days prior to the payment due date.I had no choice, so I agreed. After he took his money he came back and asked for a can of oil. Im going huh?maybe you'd like lunch as well ..I was being sarcastic and he actually thought I was serious,and answered I still have a few odd jobs but I will be back... huh Who in the name of Allah does he think he is(thinking to myself)as I slammed the door. Today wasnt my day !

I had left the kitchen door open which is the norm,as I was coming into the hallway I heard nothing but a quiet I knew and felt wasnt right. It was too quiet . The small kitten which I have named Masrooba ( skinny one ) and her mate Michoo had eaten my lunch !The kids' lunch was still in the cooking process-so no harm done there.But I always have my lunch at a the same timing, as my sugar drops fast.I screamed ,I think even my neighbours that live way off heard me.The two cats(Siamese) knew I was mad and went for the door,I didnt let them go till I gave them a lesson telling to not touch anyhting in MY kitchen again! The cats actually hid their eyes and ears and ran under the sofa looking at me from a distance....wondering what a crazy woman!
Somehow I got the feeling I as Aunt Jemima from Tom and Jerry yep I scream like her so watch out,dont you ever get Ms Luna mad . I used to be quite patient,I guess getting older does affect our mind and patience hhhmmm............

Then again I look at those blue eyes ( I'm a sucker for blue eyes-human and animals alike )and tell them to come out sweeties mama was mad ,now shes cooled off. Yes I spoil my kids and cats rotten.

We have painted the kitchen and downstairs floor ,as one of my girls will be leaving the nest- please dont ask me when . The marriages have been postponed soooo many times that I no longer recall when it'll take place anymore ,.. mostly due to deaths in the related families(car accidents)sigh ...It sounds as if Mr. Israel(King of Death) is having a good time here in Tripoli-not even lifting a finger as we Libyans are the second in the world with death tolls caused by car accidents.

Thats all for now folks.

The Blogging Comittment.........

Blogging is a commitment is it not ? Some people think of it as a way to connect to the world others run away to this world they call theirs yet others still blog secretly....

If one wanted to keep it secret one should've not blogged in the first place! Then again ,why not ??
Yes , we Libyan bloggers especially the women face tremendous pressures from family ,work and all who are close. Is Blogging such an awful thing ??I never in my mind thought it to be till I got into trouble with needless to say the closest people to me.

I have met many bloggers andlinked to them. Many were great people but little did I know about the weirdos I encountered. Being brought up in a so called good mannered way -thinking the best of everything and everyone I got slapped in the face literally speaking......

I am an open person and this seems to be my downfall,as many people have taken advantage of this. Do I get all mad and stressed and angry ??Well, I am of a norm species ,even though I am Libyan -I can take so much.

So 2 Panadols (paracetamol) and a cold glass of milk usually does it. Being a teacher , I always give away my secret antidote to anxiety of exams ie 2 panadols taken with what I call Ms. Luna's Cocktail( cold milk ,honey and a big banana) then sink into a nice warm bath. Ahhhhh what a relief,then I think about what was commented and it no longer bothers me anymore.