tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15285558820440543172024-03-06T09:29:13.743+03:00The Quill of My HeartMy lips may not say what i feel but this quill represents what is inside. Hoş Heldiniz...Welcome to my Worldsimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-44326416078041498082013-06-27T01:04:00.000+03:002013-06-27T01:04:39.208+03:00The journey... It all started with a word....then it expanded into a sentence... and before you know it... u have the drive.. to read everything...careful to create the music so beautiful...that u wanna cry...in a passion so desirable.....which reels in love....BUT WHAT is love without understanding? What is love without knowing how it all works? love is not enough to stand on itz own....and so..the quest to understand becomes an aim....to drive one into a journey..a journey of unrevealing that passion and love has meaning..and the meaning counts....<br />
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IT was my birthday when the journey started... like everything unknown...the heart pumped erratically...questions..uncertainty..fear..played into one's mind....questions formed in the mind which made one wonder whether it was the right decision....but then.... there was no looking back...looking ahead was what was decided....no matter what...<br />
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How do u learn when the language being learned is taught in a language one is not very well conversed in? Arabic is one of the 5 most difficult languages in the world (says one of my tutors at uni) and learning it from a turkish language was one of the scariest thing ever! i often asked myself... will i ever be able to pull it off? and at this age? i felt that i was too old to start learning again....<br />
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There were days when i wanted to quit... there were many many mornings where i studied for hours for the simplest things.... and i realized my memorization of the vocab is poor... i worked/work hard to memorize everything..all to no avail... i made sentences..some which made my teacher frowned...or maybe laughed...in panic...i lost the faculty to say even the simplest words.... but hardwork does pay off... i am far from good.. i am still trying to memorize the verbs and words and the grammar i had learned these 2 semesters... i am still bugging my teacher with my messages and phone calls... and i am looking forward to continuing my lessons next academic year...<br />
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What i learned is this..... i am lucky coz i have a strong support system... i have a sweet teacher who is very patient in answering my at times nonsensical questions.... i have classmates who would help me with no questions asked...... i have a family who endured not having ironed clothes at times.... so i have no excuse to not persevere.... and even now...as the meaning slowly makes sense... as the structure of words become clearer.... i will try to apply my syntax analysis skills learned in TESL in a language soooo fascinating that i think not learning it is a total waste of time..... my only enemy is time..time os of the essense that i am finding it difficult to study as my time is monopolized by my responsibilities as a mother..a wife...a friend... a muslim....somehow...the responsibilites as a student simply take a back seat....whether i likes it or not...<br />
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Arabic is indeed worth crying and sweating over.... and insyaAllah in a few years time.. my vocabulary will strengthen to the level i dream of........<br />
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Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-78550062188998264882013-04-21T02:12:00.001+03:002013-04-21T02:13:33.488+03:00B-fitI remember the day clearly...It was the 14th of February..People in general were celebrating Valentine's day.... but i had other celebrations of my own...... that was the day my parents were to fly for umrah..it was also the day when i started my quest for fitness (AGAın!)..<br />
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I felt this time it would be different... i vowed that this time it would be different (insyaAllah)... before i registered at b-fit...i was weighing down the options between once a week of swimming at okyanus sports centre or 6 days of constant workout the B-fit system...as much as i love swimming...the latter sounded much more logical...logistically and healthwise... 6 times a week would mean a consistency of torture to the body i had neglected for so long....was i up to it? i personally doubted it...<br />
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I was right.. pure torture was what my body had endured... ..my legs most affected...i could barely walk properly for a month.... but i knew perseverence would eventually paid off.... and it did... the beginning of the second month saw me no longer limping ....<br />
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The b-fit system is simple really... 10 equipments... one equipment alternating with one workout...3 rounds which equals to 30 minutes of working out each parts of the body.. of course a trainer is always there to show different workouts to be done after each equipment workout... and then.. 5 to 10 minutes of cooling down activities in another room....not very difficult actually..simple but affective...<br />
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But being the overly dedicated person to the cause i vowed.... i normally spend another 30 minutes in the cooling down exercise room.... doing different styles of sit ups a day... around 400 sit ups... plus other workouts... concentrating more on the tummy section...and trust me... they hurt totally the first month...<br />
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I only lost 0.2 kg the first month.... but my body was showing signs of fitness as fat turned into muscles.. and the body get used to the pressure of sit ups and workouts everyday......Alone... it would have been difficult....how do you motivate yourself to exercise that much everyday on your own??? I know i couldnt....that was why the novelty of walking in the park for one hour and a half which i used to do and worked wore off after a year.... This time...i have emotional support one way or another....<br />
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It is wonderful to be able to greet and chat with yıldız abla and emine abla every mornings from mondays to wednesdays and saturdays.... It is also wonderful to meet new people on thursdays and fridays when i could not come in the mornings due to my arabic classes...most of them are much older than i.. most of them very friendly and so sweet... that their chats and encouragements seem to light up the heart.. no matter how terrible the days might be... the trainers are also there to show support... i realize that what may sustain me here is not only the vow i made to myself... but also the people who came there...who have the common goal as i... that is to be fit....<br />
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In 2 months time.... i have lost 2kg...the fat in my body burned 2.1kg..the water level however increased by 2.1....my muscles also increased by 1.2...<br />
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physically....in centimetres (cm).. my breasts got smaller by 5cm.....my waist got smaller by 11cm.. my tummy flattened by 12cm...my totally big butt is also 7cm less..my thighs now less 3 and 4 cm...<br />
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The number of decrease is not much for the total work i had put into....but then..i do not starve myself... i still enjoy my food....i do not live like a goat and attack salads as the main menu...<br />
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My aim is not fast weight lost.. my aim is to be fit and yet still enjoy my food...my body is starting to have shape.... i no longer bloat like a 6 months pregnant woman... yes, i am an obese... Yes.. i am looking forward to being just fat... But i also know that i am the fittest i have ever been for so long...it shows coz i am no longer huffing and puffing when walking next to my beloved in the park...<br />
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It is only two months....i have a long way to go....yet, i am positive....coz i am not doing it alone this time....and when the very straightforward yıldız abla say *simah, zayiflamışsın*.. i know she means it coz she is not one to mince with words.... and she like many others at b-fit will always be there to give as much encouragement as i need.. and that makes All the difference in the world!<br />
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Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-91382134277787776562013-04-15T07:14:00.001+03:002013-04-15T07:15:18.913+03:00The call of the Heart...<br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">What would you do
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<span style="color: cyan;">3 months old…without a mother..hungry…sick</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;"> and yet knowing that without help…..you would not survive the winter?</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">What would you say to
the people who gave you food??</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">…how do you show your
appreciation….only to apologize because you are unable to eat …</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">as you needed a
different kind of food..the kind your own mother could only provide….but her
death left you undernourished and sick? </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">.undernourished
and without protection looked bleaked..that you opened your heart to death ..</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">Willingly
welcoming….begging it to come soon???</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">And how do you tell
people….</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">*please…do not
separate me from my mother* when you are only a few days old??</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">How do you explain to
them that you deserve a mother’s love like anyone else????</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">What
is a few days old baby supposed to do…being caged… </span></div>
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praying for a kind hand…</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">…calling
for a mother you barely knew???</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">It is the first hands
that picked you up that you never forget…</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">The feel of the hands
that translated to the love you seek…</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">Coz you know that
when there is love… there is care and protection….</span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow;">And so you grow…..</span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow;">With each stage of
life….you change….</span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow;">From cuteness to
curiosity…</span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow;">From curiosity…to the
rebellious soul of a teenager…</span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow;">And later..</span></div>
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<span style="color: yellow;"> the mellowness of the adulthood….</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">You wish that….</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"> people would stop judging you from what they
barely see…</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">You wish that….</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">People would stop
dwelling in their preconcieved judgement….</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">You wish that…</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">People would open
their heart to love you…..</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"> And let not fear overrule their hearts….</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">And that…</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">You too change as life
does….</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">And that…</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"> The hands that picked you up have shown you
love…</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">And that love is what
you are capable now….</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"> And to love
and be loved is what you seek…</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">It is..</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">As Simple…As THAT…</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">and yet…</span></div>
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Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-43419580753237534782012-08-28T23:03:00.000+03:002012-08-28T23:11:46.871+03:00Summer Thoughts...I am sad...<br />
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not really the sad...teary kind of sad... just sad....<br />
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to say farewell to the zaim family's summer house sapanca pool.....sad that till next summer... i wont be able to swim again... sad because... spending a month at the pool....training and swimming (my record this year..150 trips -to n fro counted as one trip)... ..i was at my happiest time... coz no matter how tired i was...once i was in the pool..swimming at my own pace... i was in a world of my own...a world i was at the happiest.....a world only i can understand coz that is where my passion lies....and sad...coz...i cant afford to go to ladies sports center to swim. in istanbul as the prices r....<br />
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But i am not complaining.... sadness comes from the need to say farewell...sadness comes from the knowledge that the body has improved a lot of itz stamina and toned the necessary parts ..n will it go away now??? though sadness is comforted by the knowledge that despite having to say goodbye to the pool... there is always the walk at the park or a run or two somewhere... ...<br />
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In fact.. i am thankful to Allah for giving me this opportunity to swim at my heart's content...... for blessing me with all that i am blessed with...for the chance to swim.... for everything...<br />
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in fact, i think this summer has been a dream come true....we started with the weekend gateaway trip at kuşadası....where we were acquainted with the cold...wavy..and later clear n beautiful sea......we were also blessed with a dream adventurous trip where we went to samsun...rize..gurcistan (georgia)... trabzon and amasya for a karadeniz trip which took our breath away.....i had dreamed of such a karadeniz trip for yearsss...<br />
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we had also spent more than a month in total at sapanca house.... playing with the cats....esp fifi and puffy n fındık which we miss sooo much.....swimming and doing what we do all the time at the sapanca house.... and did i tell you that we swam after midnight till about 2 am during Ramadhan?? ......<br />
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a night gateaway to akçakoça was refreshing indeed....with Allah granted us a sea almost with no wave one day just like swimming in a pool.. and the best big waves ever the next day that we jumped n screamed ourselves in total delight...and tomorrow... from one karadeniz sea end..we will say au revoir to this dangerous sea at the other end......iğneada....<br />
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Like i say...i am blessed.. so being sad coz of the pool is like a spoilt brat pouting for no reason..no..i am not pouting... i am not thankless... i am thankful..and yet...being the human that i am... having to say goodbye to something i am very passionate about is just a part that i err...so forgive this mumbling heart...<br />
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I dream of a house of our own...a four bedroom house with a garden for the cats to freely roam and a closed pool for me to swim in everyday... i may not get it in this life...but a girl can dream, right???<br />
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Thank You for hopping by. 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And out of the blue...my beloved's friend invited us all to go to Mecca with his private jet!!! The jet stopped on top of the Kaabah and as we all were falling down...a white bird were tugging at her babaanne's skirt!....her dede and atuk dede fell near the hajratul aswad while her annaanee and babaaanee fell at the beginning of the tawaf.. (Golden..something something)...and our family fell somewhere outside the kaabah area...<br /><br />As we were walking towards the kaabah... baddin happily running towards us and said... *abla (sister)... i found these three stones in 3 minutes and 25 seconds!*... yup.. that sounded like baddin... he loves stones and he always count the minutes!! hahaha.... and as we reached the entry towards kaabah.... she heard someone said..*hatice...wake up!! school time!!*<br /><br /></span>ouch!!...<br /><br />When the soul is untouched...the dreams can be very beautiful indeed... i couldnt help but have tears falling from my eyes....to hear of her grandpas n grandmas reunited......for all of us to go to the land we all miss so much...for in real life... i still dunno when i can send my own parents there for real....does this mean that the green pass is on for my parents one day soon? I remember when my beloved and i were in uncertainty of whether we could visit the holy land a few years back.... and Allah had sent the sign thru my daughter..though only on the last day before we leave the holy land i was told of her dream.....<br /><br />I dream a dream...and her dream is indeed as beautiful as it can be...may it be true...aminnnnnnn<br /><br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. 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With plans turned chaotic, Malaysia was not even in the agenda...But *Be* it was written and be it was... and so on that 6th of last month, as a family, we headed to Bangkok...where we stayed at Anantara hotel bangkok and had a rushed day there....8th was the day when homeland was within gasp..and my feet touched the ground i so longed to see...the faces i had dreamt of seeing...<br /><br />It was funny how easy it was to switch to the northern dialect once i was there... 3 years of lack of practice did nothing to delay the adaptation of the tongue to the natural surrounding.....<br /><br />What was there to tell? 10 total days of rush....of extreme heat....of those sleepless nights as we waited for love ones living in KL to reach my parents' place.... of the odd morning hours where i accompanied my lil bro to pick my younger siblings... who came all the way from the southern states to see us....of a one bedroom house cramped with so many people....of the stolen moments where we went to langkawi and had a wonderous stay swimming in the sea at the gorgeous Danna hotel? Of the times when my beloved was kidnapped by my elder bro for an hour or two... and where they always came back with things my bro think/know i like? Yet, except for a niece and a sister in law, in that short days, we still could manage to see and spend time with almost all of the family members... something i am truly grateful of... for time too short was still enough to save in enough memories and pics of those moments till the day the road leading home is on again....<br /><br />I remember that 16th when my mom shed her tears of goodbye... i do hope this is not the end of too long... for the heart... when i allow it to feel.... do bleed from longing....I do miss them so...very much....<br /><br />Salam Ramadhan everyone!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. 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I am not the type to give up..i fight for whatever i believe in... that if in that fight i lose..i can truly say that *the fault was not mine*... but that doesnt change the fact that i am human... i still need to shed a few of my pearly drops when it hurts... i still need a hug when i feel life isnt fair... i still hope even though the path ahead seems impossible....<br /><br />For now... in reality.. as i am typing this... i have this one feline daughter who gives me that look saying i wanna go out and walk on the green grass... she gave enough hints already.. she even waited in front of the lift and then tried to open the door (as if she could heheheh)... but i gotta feed her human dad breakfast first.... my dream may not be realised... that is indeed not an excuse not to let others ..in this case my feline pakize to have her fill of happiness for the day,eh?<br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. 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There is no chance for her to not buy at least something whenever we enter a shopping complex...even a small one... even i myself cant stop buying something for her everytime i enter a shopping place when i was alone....she is slim.. she is young..she is fresh... it is totally cool to buy her stuffs...<br /><br />Oh yeah... where were i? yup..shopping.... i told her this month... more window shopping and less buying...<br /><br />.. 2 days ago, i needed to buy something from kozzy... she was with me.. but my beloved warned her that she was banned from buying anything at all...it was funny how she was twitching inside coz she liked this and she liked that...ı cant really remember how many hints she gave me .....and finally giving up, in the end she requested an orange juice ..which does not fall into the category of shopping of clothing but still...she had to purchase something! hahahahahahahah<br /><br />I see not much future for her not to like shopping... i can imagine the horrifying range of cash flow on clothing as she is growing up.. but hey! she is my best girl...and as long as her demands are within reason...why not eh?<br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. 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Alhamdulillah..now it is back..just at the moment..i need a release of what is in my heart...<br /><br />Nigeria... yup...the idea scared the hell out of people.. mostly disagreed...trying to discourage for change is scary...change from comfort to harshness may not be logical... discouragements came out of love... out of the inner need to protect... just like when baba was once totally against my beloved wanting to work at a private uni..but he did it anyway coz change was necessary.. change was needed for life to be diversed and for individuals to grow...in that case..for my beloved to grow and be independent...<br /><br />I still havent dared to call my mom again even after my lil bro reassured me that she is now calmed down...i will soon i guess... after i can breathe a bit...<br /><br />change is scary indeed... for my beloved..for my kids who have never really been away from their siblings...their cousins.. their love ones...to live as separate entities...in a world of the unknown...<br /><br />nigeria is only 85 percent confirmed... but it is going towards 100%... he needs to do this... i need to do this.. and i believe the kids need to do this too...i worry of pakize and mimi.. of my two feline kids whom i will have to leave behind... and at the same time disturbing the zaim family, mostly mıstık, with the responsibilities of looking after them everyday... believe me.. if i can..i wouldnt want to burden anyone.....<br /><br />And the money we set aside for malaysia will be gone too for nigeria, as well as the plan of sending my parents to umrah (for now)....and even though that cuts deep thru me... if Allah says BE... i think i will embrace the BE with an open heart... and my instinct tells me that as a family we need to do this. And if it signals that, then i believe in it... maybe within a year, i can start writing again..something i had abandoned many months ago...for if truth is to be told... i feel alive when i express my thoughts... so was i dead these last few months? Is that why i agreed to this nigeria????<br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. 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And so he found us a shop. I went along with whatever plans he had in his mind. After all, he went there once and this was our fşrst. When we entered the shop, i saw an *usta*… an expert doing something with a dough… his movement and the way the dough was dealt with was the exact replica of the way the Malaysian usta preparing the indian dish *roti canai*…an almost identical in structure with katmer of kayseri…salty..to be eaten with curry or dhall gravy… but this dish… was sweet…filled with loads of grounded pistachio also called katmer..but is eaten for breakfast for those in the city of GAZİANTEP!... Delicious??? İndeed!!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">A normal person would question the logic our plan. 2 days and one night in 2 cities …</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We left our home in İstanbul at 4am for a flight at 6am…The strong wind and the gush of strong wind literally made us trembled badly as we entered the airport… sleepiness engulfed us..baddin was grumpy…temper ran high… but friday…2 days ago.. that was when our adventure began… an adventurous journey of two cities… Gaziantep in Turkey and Aleppo (Halep) in Syria…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We checked in our bags in Ravanda Hotel in Antep the moment we touched down…..we then found a car with a chauffeur to drive us to the city of Aleppo (Halep)…Baddin, Hatice and my beloved was snoring all the way to almost the border…i couldnt sleep a wink fearing that the driver would drive us somewhere else (Allah forbids)… We were lucky though..our driver was a very polite and helpful person…we had a few problems at the immigration since my passport is of the Malaysian passport while the rest are of the turkish passports… i needed the visa etc..etc… anyway… to cut the story short… as the driver skillfully drove in between trucks to get us out of the border into Syria, i was strongly reminded how wonderfully systematic the system is between Malaysia and Singapore borders..Turkey and Syria…? Pure headache….!! But it was interesting really for this was my first time for my beloved to cross a country’s border on land…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Comparing the Aleppo city to the outskirt living of Syria… i saw a big contrast in the way of living…dirt was everywhere… houses small and incomplete… Contrastive to the city where it was obvious the gap between the poor and the rich is very big indeed… The people there…physically, they are not much difference from the turks…that is until they open their mouth that is… the food, despite the names, they are basically almost the same… what captured my attention is the fact that everything is preserved in the sense that the government only allow buildings to be made of stones….that in itself created a special atmosphere to be living in the city itself….one note though.. NEVER EVER go there on friday coz Fridays are off days and almost all shops are closed! Hahahah.But we did discover the back alleys… the ghost shopping area (all shops r closed)…the zakaria mosque..etc…it felt wonderful to be there…so serene when u drink something and look at the old castle…. İ really wished we had another dayto discover more of the places…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Gaziantep? Ah… that is the food heaven indeed! All the food we tasted was totally delicious… we spent a day in antep and our tummy was… we were eating non stop!!! The Çağdas restaurant which is famous in antep were full all the time..the hot baklava? İt is truly the reason to be there coz antep<span style=""> </span>baklava is none to be found in İstanbul.. food is heaven there…if u go to the right place…and did i mention how delicious antep’s baklava is??? <span style=""> </span>shopping? Yup… we did visit a few places.. the old castle.. a few museums..the copper market… a few mosques …the kids wanted to visit the zoo..but time was not on our side….</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We had basically utilised our time fully in these two cities…enjoying ourselves with the food and the view… It would have been perfect if we could spend 2 days in Aleppo and 2 days in Antep for a full view of the city.. but with the limited time we had… and all the back alleys we had walked in and discover the locals along the way… i think the journey was an awesome experience…hopefully to be repeated in the near future… </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am glad we did what we did… I am glad my beloved had fulfilled his promise to bring us to Gaziantep… We enjoyed ourselves tremendously..and i hope<span style=""> </span>slowly, we can visit all the cities in turkey one day…so that my kids can say…”yes..i know that place. I have been there!” ..to antep..i would go back again for it’s baklava and katmer for sure!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Photos coming up in my facebook… :0)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-35582078254861789332010-08-22T02:52:00.003+03:002010-08-22T03:05:05.481+03:00For i will always dream of you...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">I do. I do dream of you. Of whether i would be able to see you again... of whether, the next time i touch the land, you will be able to look at me ...and give me the biggest smile you could muster coz your heart is happy...I do dream.... of you...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Fear, whether i like it or not will always be a part of me. For fear repeats the doubt of whether my dream will be realized..of fear that the next time i touch the land... u will not be there to welcome me... for time i fear may be my biggest enemy...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">For i dream of you... for i dream of the time i will be able to see you...but fear...plays a thousand terrible images in my mind..for dreams and fear....mixed together create a hole of uncertainty thru time...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Yes... I do dream of you...Do u dream of me too?????</span><br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. 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The spacious house...wonderful sapanca lake view from the garden...no need to cook coz anne was the Queen of the kitchen...that was her territory....and as the newly learning bride, my job was to adjust myself to my surrounding and enjoyed the pool!<br />And then the kids were born....How useful sapanca was coz having not need to do anything coz there was anne and mıstık (the family male helper)... i was busy trying to be a new mom...and the best part was...anne helped to put hatice to sleep....but that summer after baddin was born... Anne suddenly was called by Allah.....Sapanca without Anne was.....we felt empty...<br /><br />That left only baba...i remember that last year of baba's life... my kids and i spent almost most of our summer in sapanca with my beloved coming and going from and to istanbul coz he had to go to work... i used to grumble somehow coz i hate having to spend time away from my beloved... but now i am glad we did coz that was the longest time my kids would be able to spend time with their dede (grandpa)....That was when i saw baba trying to play football of some sort with baddin... of baba answering hatice's innocent and silly questions...<br />Now, there is this emptiness coz the two persons are gone... which left only the children to go there..to jump into the pool...to enjoy the spacious house...away from the tiny space of our apartment home in istanbul...to breathe a fresh air from the hilltop garden of the house....<br />After almost 11 years...i cant say that sapanca is boring... the pool will always be the biggest attraction..i simply love swimming.. the kids too..in fact all the zaim kids love the pool... and each year....new happening..new unexpected adventures come in our way...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2U0ptSAdCEM4re6Y4XqP3IAdspGubVVKDoNIBLrdHma4HzS6lb0DsN-JPoPsSg9NCB1BDHrNv9LaVFyiFmFUXLZNCKst2McIIEOn38q0g_VnI6XFlWeFDQ2rPUx_oKSHSDYQ9BBdim2r/s1600/DSCF0396.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2U0ptSAdCEM4re6Y4XqP3IAdspGubVVKDoNIBLrdHma4HzS6lb0DsN-JPoPsSg9NCB1BDHrNv9LaVFyiFmFUXLZNCKst2McIIEOn38q0g_VnI6XFlWeFDQ2rPUx_oKSHSDYQ9BBdim2r/s400/DSCF0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501313049613513314" border="0" /></a><br />For example....one year... i cried at the summer house coz i simply lost my wedding ring...i left everyone panicked...looking around for that one ring...until özlem..my sister in law found my ring in the rice pressure cooker... yup..that nite..the family had eaten white gold wedding band indeed! This year...last wednesday..i cried again coz i lost my wedding ring again... and guess where it turned out?? in the pool of the sapanca pool!!! It must have fallen into the pool without me noticing it the weekend before....and i am forever thankful to dearest baddin for finding the ring....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Dxpwnh12GaD06ID4zQNzl28g9jyYDQHUQEERNTfig9uxq1z3BiAQw3_pvsBQ3kIzzXQ6cXDZ7pExf-6S84rBahhB_ApBeBJPRhsghOHWNNXdDdqQLBV74P20D58fEdCSpY1bvCWePGN4/s1600/DSCF0424.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Dxpwnh12GaD06ID4zQNzl28g9jyYDQHUQEERNTfig9uxq1z3BiAQw3_pvsBQ3kIzzXQ6cXDZ7pExf-6S84rBahhB_ApBeBJPRhsghOHWNNXdDdqQLBV74P20D58fEdCSpY1bvCWePGN4/s400/DSCF0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501313941455146562" border="0" /></a>We still continue the big tour coz we love it..and coz deep down...i think we would like to honour baba..my beloved's dad who used to go to almost the same route...even as he aged...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxx4_THk88slbtFH9BHTJAPgjIF6JrVtt4OkpNJCDKYyZVQsDi3Eq58iTjKctaxY2j7bfvQVYMCf-SXIINlgzi6ssSK96NNeJ9Vah7lb04k8RvRF3Ng7o-UYjaRR2v9ItylGc8AITnjIII/s1600/DSCF0397.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxx4_THk88slbtFH9BHTJAPgjIF6JrVtt4OkpNJCDKYyZVQsDi3Eq58iTjKctaxY2j7bfvQVYMCf-SXIINlgzi6ssSK96NNeJ9Vah7lb04k8RvRF3Ng7o-UYjaRR2v9ItylGc8AITnjIII/s400/DSCF0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501315354260285778" border="0" /></a><br />This year though...we had a suprise as well.. as we were passing our normal route... almost reaching the house...we saw this land cultivated with young pine trees...they will be for sale i guess... we saw a few ducks.. the caretaker of the place told us that we could come in and look at the ducks up close...only then.. three *kangal* younglings...dogs i mean came rushing towards the gate...hatice looked at me pleadingly coz she knows what i feel about touching dogs..the hassle of the concept of *samak* ..as i am a syafiee.. touching dogs would mean the cleaning would involve the sand and water.. whereas in hanafi, washing with soap is enough... my kids r hanafi..i was in dilemma... finally i gave the go ahead..and the kangals we basically pleading the kids to pat them...one even bite at hatice's pants pleading her to play with them... of course, once we reached the house,i immediately told the kids to stay outside the house and i cleaned their bodies and clothings the syafiee way...out of respect for me...my beloved also cleaned himself my way...and i to show my respect for him.. cleaned everything again using soap...<br /><br />and the beloved pool... ah.... who would have thought after almost 11 years here..i would get to experience swimming in the green pool?? argh!!! I pray whatever bad effects that greenish water had on all of our skins... the healing power of the oylat thermal would have worked itz magic wonders.....<br />And the old basket seller uncle i always buy from each year... yup..he is still there.. he still remembers me... i always get a special discout from him...i guess i will always go to him until the day he dies....he is such a sweet man indeed!<br /><br />We always feed the wild cats when we go to sapanca..the BBQ smell attracts them anyway... last year..*.kar beyaz* the cat stayed over with her gorgeous kids....we fed them...we even bought some ready made feed from the pet shop and left them there for the cats to eat... this year..all kar beyaz's kids r all grown up..and perhaps with kids of their own....a lil kitten this year which baddin named *şirin gri*honoured us with her presence... her mom is nowhere to be found..and she is such a playfull and brave kitten...we contemplated of bringing her to istanbul...but how to bring her when u cant catch her?...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZxaGvgAtndOZstDl56uDhi9CiYo4J_O4gu7w0loGoF41F-6WHtzimcB1vPBU2T6GfvHWWwhWg7J269cVh1zfIqhDVMzp28ZGggAw290DpxfTAsvKL9wmsEPudlWMQv3za74LqlCbR0Di/s1600/DSCF0413.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZxaGvgAtndOZstDl56uDhi9CiYo4J_O4gu7w0loGoF41F-6WHtzimcB1vPBU2T6GfvHWWwhWg7J269cVh1zfIqhDVMzp28ZGggAw290DpxfTAsvKL9wmsEPudlWMQv3za74LqlCbR0Di/s400/DSCF0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501314569871727394" border="0" /></a>Sapanca has and shall always be about happenings...of the yester years...today...and tomorrow...<br /><br />Baba..thank you for buying this place...Anne..thank you for making baba pay the men to make the pool.....This is the perfect getaway indeed...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhe62WulVQDghGDDXsfBXRJ9LQutGVV1v_0xTMSU4zBEaXmlMdNk4oMc84uI5hkNqnYt045qPjNeQn8XZRlOsxKPxEMInlsT7sIQUV5gAHu_zxKgtgg2sx0Wp2rV3e5MbsiMDPw6uI3Xh/s1600/000031.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhe62WulVQDghGDDXsfBXRJ9LQutGVV1v_0xTMSU4zBEaXmlMdNk4oMc84uI5hkNqnYt045qPjNeQn8XZRlOsxKPxEMInlsT7sIQUV5gAHu_zxKgtgg2sx0Wp2rV3e5MbsiMDPw6uI3Xh/s400/000031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501317765053396642" border="0" /></a><br />Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-59582452012371534382010-07-25T00:10:00.004+03:002010-07-25T00:24:06.146+03:00A 1001 Change<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiklsgOH7uroT8-LKsbFgsquClABAjidGNqb88r6lr5hJivhp1acLcZEKpvUJT8vMDW75hp-8d1rQx_LVxxxRb_SEpFfTCRY71YqD8qD0bCeeofL1KFCl2xzBdg8rMr-6Auzfh5jruq9IaJ/s1600/DSCF0340.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiklsgOH7uroT8-LKsbFgsquClABAjidGNqb88r6lr5hJivhp1acLcZEKpvUJT8vMDW75hp-8d1rQx_LVxxxRb_SEpFfTCRY71YqD8qD0bCeeofL1KFCl2xzBdg8rMr-6Auzfh5jruq9IaJ/s400/DSCF0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497585860144139346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Change may be just what one may need..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For change may help the mind refresh for a different point of view....<br /><br />Change may need to be forced....<br />For change unforced may not ever happen...<br /><br />Here i see a body...<br />Writhed in pain from strenous walk...<br /><br />But here i also see or hope to see...<br />That the change forced for a day or two...<br />Will bring in a fresher mind...<br />And a mind a bit released from all troubles...<br /><br />Hope...<br />Prayers...<br />are all we can do...<br />For we seek...<br />A face so radiant in smiles..<br />From the inside, not just outside...<br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-17334363722116686172010-07-21T16:15:00.025+03:002010-07-24T23:50:31.710+03:00THE HOLY LAND :The first of hopefully many more…<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSIMAH%7E1.ZAI%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C05%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Normal Tablo"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">When the topic came out, we had doubts of whether we could afford the trip. I personally felt that i was not worthy enough to be a guest of Allah. I mean, look at me! There are things in my life i was not proud of. Even the simplest of 5 times daily prayers, I was not performing fully. But if Allah say<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> “BE”</span>… then, that is what it shall be. Little did we know that when we were debating of our affordability, Hatice had dreamt that she was circling kaabah and she was crying. We didnt know it then, but our path to the holy land had been written and the invitation was handed out. And so we went….<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">with HIS BLESSINGS…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=""> </span>
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">I had read and heard of him. Of the history of the last Prohet Muhammad (S.A.W); of his struggle to bring out the glory of Islam,;of his book which is the <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">BOOK</span> of guidance to all mankind for all time. Meeting Rasulullah personally is not a question. Never in my dream would i ever dream that I would be seeing the place where the prophet was buried or the<span style=""> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Al Masjid Al Nabawi, </span>known as the Prophet’s mosque which is so famous in history. Yes, our journey to Kaabah started with our stay at Mövenpick hotel in Madinah where it is just a few steps away from<span style=""> </span>Masjid Nabawi.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=""> </span>We reached Medina. The weather was undoubtly hot, 50 degree celcius i think.. But i was happy inside coz it was not humid. Humidity suffocates people. The group met just outside the gate of the mosque after we had unloaded our luggages to our own respective rooms. My heart was beating erratically.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"> Dup dap dup dap…I had always felt myself unworthy to be where holy persons or places are. And this is no ordinary place. I see some ladies started crying. I could see how deep their love is for our last Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W)…I was thinking, *am i such a bad person that i cant cry like that?*….Like an army, as a group, we loudly said our *Assalamualaikum ya Rasulullah* and in a group, we all started reading the salawat for the Dear Prophet loudly with our right feet moving towards the entrance of the mosque’s gate. It was at that moment, as if the Prophet was answering our salam; a gush of wind caressed our bodies in such a way that made us felt welcomed. This is what i love best when moving with a group of Turks…we moved in unity…we read our salawat loudly in a musical tune as best as we could…The guide brought us in front of the green dome outside the mosque where the tomb of Rasulullah is located. Here, the guide said his salam to the prophets and some duas while we all huddled in a group following him verbally with tears falling from our eyes. It was no longer a contest of who could cry or who loves Rasulullah best…It was just simply plain raw emotions of love, even for a salam from outside the mosque.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=""> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">I guess the guys are so much more lucky. They have the access to the heart of the mosque to a very special area named *Ar- Rawdah An Nabawiyyah* which extends from Rasulullah’s tomb to his pulpit almost at any time of the day. This is where the salam to Rasullullah is normally being said because it will as if you are talking to Rasulullah. And to be able to pray 2 rakaats at the *Garden of Jannah (heaven)* area is indeed a chance one should not miss coz all prayers there are never rejected. The guys can have access to the area all day except a certain time at night. We girls are not so lucky though. It is only after 10pm that the area is open to the ladies. And since the Ar Rawdah area can only accompany a few hundred people at one time, a system is made where the women are put into groups of turks, arabs,iranians,Indonesian/Malaysian and etc…That first night, i joined the group of turks to give our salam to Rasulullah. It took up till 12.30 midnight, hours of waiting just to reach the Garden of Jannah. Unsatisfied i was indeed. So the next evening, i went again,alone, this time joining the group of Indonesians….Alhamdulillah, i said my salam and i had also conveyed all the salams of friends and family to Rasulullah…From then onwards, i just simply said my salam to Rasulullah from whereever i was in the mosque area coz i believe that He could hear me whereever i was. I didnt need to wait from 10 till 12.30 midnight just to say my salam…Besides, my beloved and Baddin go there every day. I simply asked them to include my salam as well…</span></p>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCUvIqdwdVKXqizI2xQzw9qbcIk6psLqb1RXFoYZPbUhkWdWeHGhjEINWcM369hBjUUM1mHtkP8lmfx5FcRkpb6cEBeHuVkn1vDn9tcj2Xb8_skGmuomIP2SpKAgD23w070RhNlWSZYs9/s1600/DSCF0034.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCUvIqdwdVKXqizI2xQzw9qbcIk6psLqb1RXFoYZPbUhkWdWeHGhjEINWcM369hBjUUM1mHtkP8lmfx5FcRkpb6cEBeHuVkn1vDn9tcj2Xb8_skGmuomIP2SpKAgD23w070RhNlWSZYs9/s400/DSCF0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496357557419789522" border="0" /></a>
<br />Masjid Al Nabawi from outside..
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2jdRJ2JPUnxl3jzzotWqvzKck1azfSA3AdDSPfC8q9JMT5Ihqo1RVQ21bMGbzvG-u0pa5tIhIC0AeSAy_IErACWboJMhLN263zHfuOu-2paxgUuIITL8PPeG0Ii40o2-IQcNDc89kY5c/s1600/DSCF0110.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2jdRJ2JPUnxl3jzzotWqvzKck1azfSA3AdDSPfC8q9JMT5Ihqo1RVQ21bMGbzvG-u0pa5tIhIC0AeSAy_IErACWboJMhLN263zHfuOu-2paxgUuIITL8PPeG0Ii40o2-IQcNDc89kY5c/s400/DSCF0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496356907019172050" border="0" /></a>At the other side of the hole lies Rasulullah...
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwx4urfVdCPymaZBUV3LSGZbxsCTlV7_yLMJb3dMeHqIqHgi7zymcrbAhq_FAsJzOzqeO9xWjKJ79dSaykExpzX962lEyxBt7zzHAY1YV_qhNUzjt_dwBmxOhXrv-93AA0UfUOVKm4SxA/s1600/DSCF0025.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwx4urfVdCPymaZBUV3LSGZbxsCTlV7_yLMJb3dMeHqIqHgi7zymcrbAhq_FAsJzOzqeO9xWjKJ79dSaykExpzX962lEyxBt7zzHAY1YV_qhNUzjt_dwBmxOhXrv-93AA0UfUOVKm4SxA/s400/DSCF0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496355966317311522" border="0" /></a>
<br />The famous green Dome where rests the body of our last Prophet..
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Q9gzl2JukP4iRncvmrJ52TtgcMAAL0-x_9VcETOl_ejjBtX85B-SIwxHHySlretzh7-x1CSM_7e3e8T7rGTTtf6l4O4oYgBIKMwmdxySR24fyztpT2YsEUBW9nnE-tZZXs3Rtx3GtaJI/s1600/DSCF0035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Q9gzl2JukP4iRncvmrJ52TtgcMAAL0-x_9VcETOl_ejjBtX85B-SIwxHHySlretzh7-x1CSM_7e3e8T7rGTTtf6l4O4oYgBIKMwmdxySR24fyztpT2YsEUBW9nnE-tZZXs3Rtx3GtaJI/s400/DSCF0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496355194513248258" border="0" /></a>
<br />Baddin inside Masjid Nabawi...
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rghPMslW5xJCu8_4Hrtxs2Tpusjswdf35RdPv-NYUMGPTWDCHyVNqnc7waSfozy2CG2wf8rVuYS9MQjQbmfjDAbfAlBl63q4xnmqO39-gM1Ikh8kDdUDBYckS8MJn6nUG1GQho53u7lN/s1600/DSCF0048.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rghPMslW5xJCu8_4Hrtxs2Tpusjswdf35RdPv-NYUMGPTWDCHyVNqnc7waSfozy2CG2wf8rVuYS9MQjQbmfjDAbfAlBl63q4xnmqO39-gM1Ikh8kDdUDBYckS8MJn6nUG1GQho53u7lN/s400/DSCF0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496354645181626866" border="0" /></a>The green dome at nite...
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">While we were there, our family got separated naturally. Baddin was following my beloved while Hatice was my shadow. We all prayed our prayers there. And i do admire the kids’ endurance coz my beloved and i basically stayed<span style=""> </span>for sooooooo many hours doing ibadah and reading Quran inside the mosque and yet, the kids without much mumbling and grumbling stayed with us, armed with some toys naturally. Of course the fact that the inside of the mosque is equipped with air condition helped a lot as well.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style=""> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">People say, be careful with what you say and think when you are in the holy land. I do agree totally. Having prayed at the inside part of the mosque all the time for so many days, there was one time i thought to myself.. i thought…*hmm… i wonder how it would feel like to pray outside the mosque in the open?*….Wallah… and the thought was immediately answered! We were a bit late that evening for our isyak (Yatsı) prayer and we had to pray outside in the open. There was another time, i was thinking…* hmm..i wish i dont need to follow the visit the group would be making to this one place. I’d rather spend more time at the mosque and read Quran*… Yup.. permission granted and somehow…somewhere we couldnt manage to join the tour group for the trip. Just imagine..those were only thoughts and wishes…what if they were words?? Yup… be careful with what u wish for…even in thoughts…..I never regretted those thoughts and i was glad too that i had spent as much time i could in the mosque reading and praying…In fact, i think i had not read sooooooooooooooo many pages of Quran for soooo many years now. I think my reading fluency has improved a lot since then..</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><span style=""> </span>I was also proud to see so many people from the two regions i love both in Medina and Mecca. Whereever i turn, i could hear words in Turkish and Indonesian/Malay languages. Even<span style=""> </span>the writings on the sign boards at the garden of jannah were written, among the languages,turkish and Indonesian. Where ever i go, the women guards of the mosque would speak to me in Indonesia. It goes to show of the vast quantity of people from these two regions who visit this place. I was particularly delighted in Medina when i could do my shopping mixing in my Malay, English and Turkish in the conversation with the sellers. Almost everyone can understand the language! Cool!!</p>
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Our journey to Mecca for our umrah started with a stop at a Miqat where we prayed our umrah sunat prayer and say our niat. We did it in a group following our guide. You know how once you are in ihram you are not allowed to kill or harm any animals or plants, right? Guess what i did (not deliberately of course!)… i accidently stepped on the grass!! Everybody was shrieking..*çimenlar basma!!* (Dont step on the grass!!)..i forgot and i did! Hehehe… yup.. the moment we reached Mecca, i paid my fine and gave the money to one of the cleaners in green uniform of Kaabah …</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSIMAH%7E1.ZAI%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Normal Tablo"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> Ah..Kaabah….That is one thing i never thought i would be able to see live, up close and personal. I told you..i did not feel myself worthy of it. The moment we entered the Masjidil Haram entrance, we were told not to look directly in front. We were told to pay our respect to the Kaabah and look down and follow the toes of the person in front of us. Dup Dap…my heartbeart was erratic…I knew that Kaabah was just within reach. When we were told to look up and to stand in line to pray the sunat prayer, I couldnt hold myself any longer. Tears started falling from my eyes. We were told to look at Kaabah (not the sejadah ) while praying coz the real thing was in front of us. We prayed that 2 rakaats and i was practically sobbing in my prayers. What i felt was beyond description. This is Kaabah we are talking about…. you just have to be there .. you will know. Kaabah was…just right there…majestically standing there…so HOLY… We completed our first umrah in a group of 240 turks at almost 2.30am. We did 3 umrahs in total with many many sunnat tawafs till the end of our stay </span>
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">….My beloved dedicated one umrah for his late mom and another for his late dad.Hatice dedicated one umrah to Meşe hala and another one for Along teyze… and i did for my mom and dad… my beloved told me you can dedicate an umrah for the living but my aunty later told me it is only for the dead… Well… i dunno.. Whatever it is…Allahu alam… It doesn’t really matter ..If Allah accepts..then that is the way it is… If not… It is not part of fate…
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">As a family, we did loads of sunnat tawaf, dedicating to many close members for each tawaf...The point was….as a family, we moved together to do our ibadahs…we read Quran, we prayed…. With our attentions and intentions 100 percent towards Allah… We had done our tawafs at all hours… under the burning sun…at night…the kids’ endurance under that 50 degree celcius heart was incredible…All they asked was for us to stop at Zam zam tower shopping complex for lunch and they could order coke with loadssssssss of ice from Burger King!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><span style=""> </span>At night, my beloved and I took turn… his turn at 11pm till 2.30am and mine from that time till the morning prayer. That was the time when we were alone..our attention purely…solely towards Allah, not really having to worry about our children’s safety…Tears for each of us was a thing so common for tears represented what the heart was speaking…To be able to touch Kaabah…to smell that rose smell of Kaabah…to be able to pray the sunnat prayer somewhere near Makam İbrahim …to just being able to be there….That is the biggest blessing ever Allah could have bestowed upon us…We were blessed indeed..My beloved told me that no bird will fly over Kaabah and no bird dropping can be seen there… That madem e think….One morning as i was sitting facing the Kaabah..right across the Hajratul Aswad, reading the Quran, in complete calm while waiting for the morning prayer, i thought i saw a big white bird crossing over Kaabah…Was it really a bird? If what my beloved told me is true, that wouldnt be a bird.What was it?..i guess what i saw was either an angel or a jin.. was that a sign that my past sins are forgiven or that Allah is accepting all my prayers? That, I leave to Allah…I know i did my best while i was in the holy land ..and i never regretted every single moment i spent there devoting myself to Allah…</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><span style=""> </span>All i know is this… I am grateful to my beloved for allowing us this chance to go there as a family. I see a lot of spiritual development within Hatice and baddin after umrah.. The trip had done them really good…Now, as a family, we make it a point to not miss our prayers… I personally feel some sort of closure of that certain uncertainty that i had felt all those years..Allah had never let me down despite myself deficiency. I know now that my path is forward and hopefully, i will be a better person after this…alongside my beloved…., as a child,<span style=""> </span>a sibling,<span style=""> </span>a family, <span style=""> </span>a friend, and parents. <span style=""> </span>I am truly addicted to the beauty of our stay there. InsyaAllah, if Allah lets us, we would like to go there again…I am totally addicted. But my beloved told me that…he had done his umrah so many times… now I have done my umrah too… so the next time we go there…we should aim for Hajj… Now, we will start replenishing our bank account for a Malaysia trip..and after that..our aim is obvious…May Allah extend his invitation to us again…..insyaAllah….</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p></p>
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<br />at almost 2.30am..after the first umrah...
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<br />The turkish group during saie.. my beloved with the red napsack...
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<br />the end of the 3rd umrah...
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<br />cute cute keloğlan :0)
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<br />Hatice drinking the Zam zam... our staple drink ...
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<br />A rocker..Minik Haji :0)
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<br />Hatice at the Safa..
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<br />My beloved... the Kaabah...
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;">More photos in my FB...
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<br />more photos in my fb...
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<br />Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-33859168913700047512010-04-17T00:08:00.005+03:002010-04-17T00:24:49.551+03:00Auld Lang Syne<div style="text-align: center;">They say <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">auld lang syne </span></span>is hard.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">So why do i feel so relieved to see the back of u??</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">What kind of a person does that make me? After all the years we had spent together? 10 years and a half is not a short period at all. Just think of how many things we had seen together... of what we had shared... how cool ur to me..how u soothed me when the heat got to me. Remember when hatice and baddin were born? U had always been there for them...for all of us in fact...so relieved is definitely not the word that should describe ur departure huh?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">The truth is...u had been sick for a very long time... more than 2 years in fact. U had to be seen by a doctor more often than i can remember... remember that year when i was preparing for the zaim family iftar and u got sick? Do u remember how panicked i was? Do u remember how i ran to mahture yenge for some aid..coz u were not there...u had to take ur rest? And ur sickness got more frequent than not...nowadays, once in a month even....</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">What kind of a person am i to torture u like this? To make u burn out...sick to the core?? Do u blame me for sending u away? U see, i have no choice... u were my first and one of the best companions ever! But this is for the best... u need to rest... I dunno where u r now... I can only guess... but whatever u do now..where ever u r... despite feeling relieved... i do feel sad for u... for u have been with us for sooo long...i even forgot to snap a photo of u! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Never mind! ur sight will always be impanted firmly in my mind....of the things u had done. U had served me well.... for that I THANK U... Rest in peace my dear old fridge.... for u were one of the kind...</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-77864098500088122272010-04-14T18:14:00.005+03:002010-04-14T18:39:29.580+03:00Of recent days...Life is what it is...it is about moving forward...not looking back.. at times, u feel that it is the end of the world...u feel swallowed and smothered by things beyond ur expectation.. other times, the world is urs...<br /><br />after a terrible fight with baddin, physical n all after that 2 weeks break from Quran... today he just sat there.. no whining.. tried to read his one page without making me feel like wanting to hit him with a pillow..instead of arguing with me when i corrected his pronounciation.. he just apologized and corrected the wrongs... soooo very unlikely of him...he managed to finish a page within 20 mins.. Yes.. Alhamdulillah.. a proud mom i am...and he is moving forward to be a more fluent reader... Yes, we try not to look back...of the hard times...<br /><br />And hatice... she wants to learn how to play a violin soooo much..... she doesnt have one...and yet, that doesnt stop her from trying to learn how to play one by asking her friend merve to teach her the simple techniques..using merve's violin.....she knows we cant afford to pay for a private lesson...still, give up she never did... which is why i have a very strong feeling that when my fun time teaching money comes in this month... a girl surely deserve a violin of her own.....<br />And as she dreams of a violin... i hope that dream will become a reality soon...<br /><br />My beloved is working hard so that we can go for umrah this summer... he went there already when he was young... so it is only logical if he go to hajj ....but the unselfishness of a father and a husband in putting his family first and insisting that we all go there together first... cools the heart so much filled with love for him......and so..we move forward, praying for Allah to let us touch the holy land...<br /><br />I may have misused the money i saved for months to buy us a fridge..but i that al hope is not lost... besides, with the leftover money of 100 lira i didnt mistakenly use..i bught a nice fruit juicer... thus my kids r drinkng their fruit juices everyday... So all is not lost after all....<br /><br />And so we try to move forward... trying to learn from the negatives...so that the positives will stay on longer....<br /><br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-32971072820363076952010-01-23T10:10:00.038+02:002010-01-24T13:39:35.912+02:00I am glad I had you...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoHg3V5m8jyy0gNF3jpAM2ZpJOYgcIHvlealLTkjdHLeIOMacupPajiy5Yu3xpJjduF8wCiimQ5XpfEDVmzgMxW3S2jGXg1sdtfQWfBeKYxo2qAREPc2qcCRQs5KLP5UDqaXv83yFZ7oV/s1600-h/DSCF0481.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoHg3V5m8jyy0gNF3jpAM2ZpJOYgcIHvlealLTkjdHLeIOMacupPajiy5Yu3xpJjduF8wCiimQ5XpfEDVmzgMxW3S2jGXg1sdtfQWfBeKYxo2qAREPc2qcCRQs5KLP5UDqaXv83yFZ7oV/s400/DSCF0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430233057253870786" border="0" /></a><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSimah%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Normal Tablo"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The one night getaway turned into two…My beloved had scheduled a meeting that evening at Bursa…so we thought… well…why not, eh? Bursa means Uludağ…which usually equals to snow…and the kids have missed the snow coz İstanbul unfortunately do not produce enough snow for their liking…so we decided to tag along…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, we left our home that Tuesday morning with the weather forecast predicting a very bad weather that day. True enough… the ferry that crossed us to Yalova was moving side tos ide almost violently… our mounty roads to bursa was greeted with strong wind and raindrops of snow which made us prayed for our own lives…Still, we drove on to the place where we would be staying for the night…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The kids demanded Uludağ mountain first instead of lunch even though it was almost their lunch time..they were eager to meet Mr. Snow….We succumbed to their requests and fed them milk and sandwiches that i made for the journey. ..</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The journey up the mountain was quite scary as snowy<span style=""> </span>some parts were sort of icy…but the view of trees covered in snowflakes was magnificently breathtaking…Yup.. Uludağ do have snow!! Yippie!!</span></p> </div><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSimah%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Normal Tablo"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We went to the place we went last year where there were the slide vehicle for us to rent and slide down the slope… the kids had enjoyed it last year…u can imagined our disappointment when<span style=""> </span>we discovered that place was empty!! I guess the season has not started yet…but we did played snow fight and just walked around the place which was thigh deep in snow and simply had fun!!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZ9nd6zRKKMjtQut15FK_vtKKxeOfgU15wwMZl-YkQJ1Ka4KbxvdPqzLSBXz6vMn3EnOGwERS3esQdSptX1qQp2WPkcvbARp5SlC2UsfUP0wm0t6kQwCqY8YfK8x5Fm9q_2QeI8WIMv-p/s1600-h/DSCF0488.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZ9nd6zRKKMjtQut15FK_vtKKxeOfgU15wwMZl-YkQJ1Ka4KbxvdPqzLSBXz6vMn3EnOGwERS3esQdSptX1qQp2WPkcvbARp5SlC2UsfUP0wm0t6kQwCqY8YfK8x5Fm9q_2QeI8WIMv-p/s400/DSCF0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430231155352513906" border="0" /></a>
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<br /></span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSimah%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Normal Tablo"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We decided to rent the slide later and<span style=""> </span>decided to slide somewhere else…Yup… we went to slide where someone<span style=""> </span>pointed us to.. there were also a group of high school girls there sliding… we joined them…I thought that place was quite dangerous but the kids wanted to slide…and so..they did…..until…..</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Two girls on a slide suddenly went off way and slided towards a higher harder slope and simply<span style=""> </span>fly up in the air, their slide turned upside down and of about one metre high fell on their faces… right in front of where Hatice and ı were standing…..! My beloved and i were shocked…. I looked at him for signs on what to do.. after a few stumping moments… we both ran to the girls…. One were unconcious..the other were crying from the pain on her neck….It was a good thing the accident was right next to Acibadem polyclinic..the medical help was right next door…
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Naturally that took away the<span style=""> </span>joy of everything… as parents we couldnt help but to think..what if that<span style=""> </span>were our kids? All the ifs….which scared the hell out of us…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">But we still let the kids slide on a less dangerous way… with us watching them like a hawk more than ever…. The kids still had fun..which was really important for us…..We went down the mountain to catch up with the meeting my beloved had to attend.. and yup.. we had a late lunch…if u can call that lunch…at almost 5pm that day!! Hahah and yes… baddin was simply eating the snow whenever he thought i was not looking when we were in Uludağ!! hahaha</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ptdR2c84F6O_E3neTN4Iqcxhq432GRxvIfP74L9uOMY3hkLQQ5nOyEO3ParsSMx9LWGeav4o_NKYCl7oKeAuZWqyxJ6eHzBauocmatxqq8Q58hCTloRQVIICUatohTD7Zq_DXeqC9G_-/s1600-h/DSCF0552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ptdR2c84F6O_E3neTN4Iqcxhq432GRxvIfP74L9uOMY3hkLQQ5nOyEO3ParsSMx9LWGeav4o_NKYCl7oKeAuZWqyxJ6eHzBauocmatxqq8Q58hCTloRQVIICUatohTD7Zq_DXeqC9G_-/s400/DSCF0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430222843804032802" border="0" /></a>
<br /></span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSimah%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Normal Tablo"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The next morning was simply trying to find our ways to Oylat.. the place where we were to stay for the night…. it was outside of Bursa..passing Inegöl (where the köfte is very famous)… and again..we were up and down the road of a mountain to reach Oylat…a place famous for its Thermal water/bath…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We were awed…the trees were covered in snowflakes which made the view unbelievably gorgeous.. i felt as if i was in wonderland…Yenges (my beloved aunties) g oto this place every year.. they have talked of this place for years…. Now i believe them :0)…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">But before the hotel…it was the cave visiting…<span style=""> </span>the cave is soooooooooooo big and deep that af first the kids were scared….but they finally got over their fears and were able to appreciate the beauty of formations inside the cave.. .. it was really awesome indeed!! I mean..i had been inside caves in Malaysia… but this is simply.. worth going to!!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSimah%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Normal Tablo"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, we went to our hotel room where we discovered our suit hotel<span style=""> </span>room has 3 single beds and one double bed<span style=""> </span>of two<span style=""> </span>connecting rooms which was spacious for 5 people… we had a bit of jungle trekking only to stop before we reached the waterfalls due to the snowy icy roads… and the thermal pool? Hmmm… now i see why people like it so much….the health properties in the water and the after effects of the hot pool was indeed refreshing!! I liked it so much that i was even willing to wake up early and go to the thermal bath at 6.30 in the morning! Hahahah..Oylat…. It was simply the hot bath…the stunning view all over with only the screams of my beloved and kids having snow fights and the sound of gushes of water from the river<span style=""> </span>to entertain a soul….Baddin even cried that morning coz he didnt wanna get ready for breakfast coz he knew that we would go back to İstanbul after that…we had to promise him that we would come back again one day for 2 days (at least) the next time…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Yes, 3 days and 2 nights at 2 different places… that was our winter holiday this year…I am glad i had you coz i had the most amazing time of my life….and i know Halil, Hatice and Baddin will agree with me too…!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYtgDsfg77c9hUzUwIcsXkSlAN9_0U9Pzf2IsHTfPBpwtelSY7YMw20bLiH3MoVUSXRAfd1_13oqp1tbyfHRH7p-UhyTrBFf_nnu-F-Xj0t_55HXb19MmRhPI9xYslWXPlW3QxAmbbtGF/s1600-h/DSCF0564.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYtgDsfg77c9hUzUwIcsXkSlAN9_0U9Pzf2IsHTfPBpwtelSY7YMw20bLiH3MoVUSXRAfd1_13oqp1tbyfHRH7p-UhyTrBFf_nnu-F-Xj0t_55HXb19MmRhPI9xYslWXPlW3QxAmbbtGF/s400/DSCF0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430220332729485394" border="0" /></a>A view from the balcony..
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxP9hlcb7NkXskdjB3oXAVgkia4WhDsPdhQYzTkWRyaY-PqsmhKXf7rVJ-SDrR_tWM-4ZNjCxubF_Yl-kbpCaDuQu83Pu4QjyjNgW3I7S4vRM5tR5wkJOmX1mZgDt8FwTFoE4mrhRAUv1Z/s1600-h/DSCF0566.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxP9hlcb7NkXskdjB3oXAVgkia4WhDsPdhQYzTkWRyaY-PqsmhKXf7rVJ-SDrR_tWM-4ZNjCxubF_Yl-kbpCaDuQu83Pu4QjyjNgW3I7S4vRM5tR5wkJOmX1mZgDt8FwTFoE4mrhRAUv1Z/s400/DSCF0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430219030671548034" border="0" /></a>
<br />A view from the balcony..
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<br />During the jungle trekking...
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLY_YNm82gLegjtqOhOFLLMKkV4B6bCdqOfR7RLNd3dlcnRjCCiBsNueFUGS0_i_I8CHI2kZg1Gca0qa1Q9O9A4ZlJkb3OAz7r1IFxx6tflGVXvzyG0VE2cOtRa9ximg4m0SMQ32GhnK9/s1600-h/DSCF0569.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLY_YNm82gLegjtqOhOFLLMKkV4B6bCdqOfR7RLNd3dlcnRjCCiBsNueFUGS0_i_I8CHI2kZg1Gca0qa1Q9O9A4ZlJkb3OAz7r1IFxx6tflGVXvzyG0VE2cOtRa9ximg4m0SMQ32GhnK9/s400/DSCF0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429879812303929122" border="0" /></a>
<br />My beloved shaking the tree ...hence the snow storm on the heads heheeh
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<br />the reason for our stay...
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<br />the room
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<br />snow...snow!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOUDGc1IUCKC5o3kTt0XvvobjKYMZpQ3XZFcG8I7hqZpwS_qXYQh8JtlaHQZlIdVTnZEfjqMpZGcX3DeZvibDtjjTmrFsMf8_EdZ8jac_VEIAChD8rq9mmfNFRhcKPtyntNi3sArGrm-C/s1600-h/DSCF0591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOUDGc1IUCKC5o3kTt0XvvobjKYMZpQ3XZFcG8I7hqZpwS_qXYQh8JtlaHQZlIdVTnZEfjqMpZGcX3DeZvibDtjjTmrFsMf8_EdZ8jac_VEIAChD8rq9mmfNFRhcKPtyntNi3sArGrm-C/s400/DSCF0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429859835939571106" border="0" /></a>
<br />coldddddd....
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<br />all ready for the thermal pool...
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<br />they are still snow fighting even at night!
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<br />a view worth going for...a view from the room balcony...
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-78886656164200643522009-11-24T15:52:00.002+02:002009-11-24T16:04:01.186+02:00The Forbidden LoveI, of all the people should know the feeling very clearly. This forbidden love. This love where everyone is against it. They will try to do everything to stop it. And yet, I am one of those people who tries to stop it. So what does that make me? Without sympathy? Without empathy?Heartless? cruel?<br /><br />How they communicated with each other everyday. How excited she is when morning comes. How excited she is to meet her beloved. How physical they can get when they are face to face. How he begs me not to take her away. How he follows her till the front door, begging me not to separate them like this. How whenever he sees me, he comes runing to me. He begs.He tries to reason for their love to continue on. In her eyes i see the sadness of having to leave him. In his eyes, i too notice the wretchedness of a farewell for his beloved. How i feel like i am the evil witch. Maybe i am...<br /><br />It doesnt matter that he is only a street cat. Or that she who used to be a stray one no longer live on the street. If i am sure that she can survive the outside world, I would have let her go. But I know desire is not enough to ensure her survival. She will not be able to live thru the winter. And after a year of thinking.... slowly, being a bad witch that i am... i suppose soon.... she will need to visit the vet to get all her desires stopped....I really hope she will forgive me...one day...<br /><br />Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-49785786324757888082009-10-19T16:46:00.021+03:002009-10-20T11:35:02.013+03:00Baddin's Sünnet Düğüne (The story as it is)<div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSimah%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Normal Tablo"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal">It was a big night for him. He was nervous naturally. But everything was going against him… </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal">That friday night when<span style=""> </span>i saw the weather forecast which said that Saturday would rain heavily, i wholeheartedly prayed for it to not rain until at least everybody had come and started eating. Illnesses also made their threats on a lot of people making 2 people unable to come...…Did i mention traffic jam? Many were stuck in the horrifying İstanbul traffic jam, making almost all guests late and the dinner service started when many tummies were grumbling. But *Be* Allah had said and the dinner Alhamdulillah went<span style=""> </span>wonderfully well. My prayers about the rain were even answered…and so.. the Zaim family were there at the Çadır Köşkü’s (Cadır Kiosk – a <span style=""> </span>kiosk from the otoman empire time)<span style=""> </span>*Çadır Yeşil Sera*, in the middle of the forest to celebrate our son’s<span style=""> </span>Sünnet Düğün<span style=""> </span>Dinner…. On the 17th of October 2009.</p>
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<br /></p><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sabahaddin Zaim's Sünnet Düğüne...</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycACfYA8ENnY33bl__rWI9IR9JrxDELpYjGocas_U-Jzdzp2ALw5Zus8g42oETUWC_O9Ihxa1QzSwVSKiw8vNRnFouynC_8GTFUEzUz91fVO5aS9KekQ3kA13u4bU7kBPle1cLW0763N8/s1600-h/DSCF0199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycACfYA8ENnY33bl__rWI9IR9JrxDELpYjGocas_U-Jzdzp2ALw5Zus8g42oETUWC_O9Ihxa1QzSwVSKiw8vNRnFouynC_8GTFUEzUz91fVO5aS9KekQ3kA13u4bU7kBPle1cLW0763N8/s400/DSCF0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394597169119399106" border="0" />the Cadır Köşk's * Çadır Yeşır Sera* where we had our dinner..A private area for a private function</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpFCjpH_nMuAejh3Ch9_Y1bUHKW5YKQbZ8qlXNpA04r17uPYzxfsSOhuMDurBWYW99GHXC-h5-T8oL7_2b9JqNPicrP9Ah5SAMOozRyvDac0oe1fVZPntdGvRFn5BYMq8ExXw2i3SelRi/s1600-h/DSCF0210(1).JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpFCjpH_nMuAejh3Ch9_Y1bUHKW5YKQbZ8qlXNpA04r17uPYzxfsSOhuMDurBWYW99GHXC-h5-T8oL7_2b9JqNPicrP9Ah5SAMOozRyvDac0oe1fVZPntdGvRFn5BYMq8ExXw2i3SelRi/s400/DSCF0210(1).JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394589706391372066" border="0" /></a>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sünnet Şekeri
<br />with the toy of a boy wearing a typical sünnet costume..
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<br />The sünnet şekeri view from the back.. that's Badem (almond) Şekeri
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<br />In front of the costume shop with our main help..
<br />Yeşim hala...
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<br />Isnt my shoes simply stunning??
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEKdigeDPdw8jYr917N4nJfgIdDT9UE2VQa-905lZz_801eSKEigmDtxD2IGw1bPI0qXM-VZu9hiVuZyBSyKA9KlUE3zUzz_MklIOOfQ3TYQEPejEx_0FN71Tngt_jLq8kJWORJ-mmbVN/s1600-h/DSCF0207.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEKdigeDPdw8jYr917N4nJfgIdDT9UE2VQa-905lZz_801eSKEigmDtxD2IGw1bPI0qXM-VZu9hiVuZyBSyKA9KlUE3zUzz_MklIOOfQ3TYQEPejEx_0FN71Tngt_jLq8kJWORJ-mmbVN/s400/DSCF0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394587813165311682" border="0" /></a>Little Padişah (Emperor) Baddin
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkGv1TQoW91DICBZHCOPsqE-k04fjHrNtR4v98H60H13tSA7TGzZGYDHZDDp9hC5SEn3gOj7dSq_YO35Z4XrR6_EcPgB3futMVK7wQUqGHEvIrcylwBGzwZhCXxu0UD9yWbONih4Nn5id/s1600-h/DSCF0195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkGv1TQoW91DICBZHCOPsqE-k04fjHrNtR4v98H60H13tSA7TGzZGYDHZDDp9hC5SEn3gOj7dSq_YO35Z4XrR6_EcPgB3futMVK7wQUqGHEvIrcylwBGzwZhCXxu0UD9yWbONih4Nn5id/s400/DSCF0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394583615387259906" border="0" /></a>A very cute pose indeed!!
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<br />Little Sultan Hatice..
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<br />Yes... we r strong hehehehe
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<br />2 siblings simply sharing their love...
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<br />A father reading the Quran..
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<br />A Boy cutting his sünnet cake...
<br />That was a real sword. It belonged to one of the soldiers during the ottoman empire..
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<br />In front of the Cadır köşkü (Cadır kiosk)
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<br />My angels with my beloved
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<br />My angels and i
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<br />Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-91929828645837440362009-10-19T15:52:00.012+03:002009-10-20T11:28:18.632+03:00baddin's Sünnet Düğüne (At the dinner tables)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80IRqBYAQUXc-Ix4O8W-6OLGSwST-RAmYu4wIY3QNfBQO7FwZJDtwZIc4gIrX4__sgka-mxNuRPCMz5ud-aOenlzpr5rZ87KQODux8XiuaXibxtEBZRSW77r6o3UyPDsZQz-PfRgIINSj/s1600-h/DSCF0193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80IRqBYAQUXc-Ix4O8W-6OLGSwST-RAmYu4wIY3QNfBQO7FwZJDtwZIc4gIrX4__sgka-mxNuRPCMz5ud-aOenlzpr5rZ87KQODux8XiuaXibxtEBZRSW77r6o3UyPDsZQz-PfRgIINSj/s400/DSCF0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394306882071813970" border="0" /></a><br />Padişah baddin, Hatice sultan and their two guards...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZVJr1EWClolhQUpNT7HLwWrpcxKy8vWmuaQrhR7CQKcG5Qc8TBqS-EOXN1Sn10aFn2cKaDLKetb3r78NJf8C0_pxK6CctAUQvaIJsijhilm5BV-jUVnO-MJ9lG-1-Nyzih4ekYSuZsxA/s1600-h/DSCF0122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZVJr1EWClolhQUpNT7HLwWrpcxKy8vWmuaQrhR7CQKcG5Qc8TBqS-EOXN1Sn10aFn2cKaDLKetb3r78NJf8C0_pxK6CctAUQvaIJsijhilm5BV-jUVnO-MJ9lG-1-Nyzih4ekYSuZsxA/s400/DSCF0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394306121427372978" border="0" /></a><br />iclal, kerim, minik mustafa, safa and merve<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8UK_qR7AVYJSlVxAB2WfYNDOMYazLWPpDbh9uWwzF4oLwIRgHnuy9ghbfw_o4GeMGxZM5kP_W_W3sllAxvYoBBK3S9rcilAsFUSg44nhSxr7yyJZxbofPHAaW3RmlXbD7TpRi0qjBo7c/s1600-h/DSCF0123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8UK_qR7AVYJSlVxAB2WfYNDOMYazLWPpDbh9uWwzF4oLwIRgHnuy9ghbfw_o4GeMGxZM5kP_W_W3sllAxvYoBBK3S9rcilAsFUSg44nhSxr7yyJZxbofPHAaW3RmlXbD7TpRi0qjBo7c/s400/DSCF0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394304639028468946" border="0" /></a><br />halim,selim,özlem,funda,my beloved<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkLgN8y0X6Pdt9cS8G-VT8WmSWxfzpyqRgpEc5fSvaSnI3UUUs47EB-laWFNLplnjgfvuXNL3zHIzs0cVDoFkjd2m-sS0wBLKCE_s7KZbddsu8gbofZ6K6HMXMKhcP5M49yCNHKO_3aob/s1600-h/DSCF0124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkLgN8y0X6Pdt9cS8G-VT8WmSWxfzpyqRgpEc5fSvaSnI3UUUs47EB-laWFNLplnjgfvuXNL3zHIzs0cVDoFkjd2m-sS0wBLKCE_s7KZbddsu8gbofZ6K6HMXMKhcP5M49yCNHKO_3aob/s400/DSCF0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394303311986296354" border="0" /></a>Yeşim, gürhan, Nese, Mahture yenge, müyessa yenge, ahmet<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhpRLndhHLfL5N8LXyE-NUD7ctC6ZKtz3h3oNCR7CBEL-ZaUG36YNk_uxC2uczodWj3ke1URt8USNRBM9WbDQLb9vhdOh10V4Kr78bhvmApFQ7hhT_75gS1LGjW69BdVVimFfn3nQhGHC/s1600-h/DSCF0125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhpRLndhHLfL5N8LXyE-NUD7ctC6ZKtz3h3oNCR7CBEL-ZaUG36YNk_uxC2uczodWj3ke1URt8USNRBM9WbDQLb9vhdOh10V4Kr78bhvmApFQ7hhT_75gS1LGjW69BdVVimFfn3nQhGHC/s400/DSCF0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394302066965672946" border="0" /></a><br />serdar, fatih,eren, yusuf, duygu<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKDZhg_7iW6tXteshYYznhHq-tj7YeCWtB5NaWGD-EvPhuUq1fXwd0mTkNgGIwOSpG-asra4n03Bk7Lul0f_HUfegk3iP87jC_abEGmmMAH1NHOXCZV-TycnPScw2aZr3xgTW1_FYn88t/s1600-h/DSCF0126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKDZhg_7iW6tXteshYYznhHq-tj7YeCWtB5NaWGD-EvPhuUq1fXwd0mTkNgGIwOSpG-asra4n03Bk7Lul0f_HUfegk3iP87jC_abEGmmMAH1NHOXCZV-TycnPScw2aZr3xgTW1_FYn88t/s400/DSCF0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394301194109103874" border="0" /></a><br />şukran,ceyda, yasemin,esra,halit,sina,mehmet<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaaBVc0wC8TMgicjsf2qYw8050HmmZ6rW03At5CM2TFxbUgG9f3y3zoewoiGEb3PZxEfuOvjWCJ6CmmYzgCB9u9xX3KImUG6xvhvtsKa0OWFvgJlSycsJSSo3s3naC657N2fhCbezE6BQq/s1600-h/DSCF0128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaaBVc0wC8TMgicjsf2qYw8050HmmZ6rW03At5CM2TFxbUgG9f3y3zoewoiGEb3PZxEfuOvjWCJ6CmmYzgCB9u9xX3KImUG6xvhvtsKa0OWFvgJlSycsJSSo3s3naC657N2fhCbezE6BQq/s400/DSCF0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394300042311030514" border="0" /></a><br />ipek,merih,lutfiye teyze, nurol abi,burak<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWhYfsfdUs6GJWYYNRKU34CrxnC9ooGlRmVj_YdmiEW49qiUzGfzmnWF3MaT9b7i5zChEXFlOFUoYnGIt-Rl-4aaF2daDPLXCLd_t9i8w7b6OwZ95WxcyGJ4e0WyqmFleY5I4whW1DrUiz/s1600-h/DSCF0149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWhYfsfdUs6GJWYYNRKU34CrxnC9ooGlRmVj_YdmiEW49qiUzGfzmnWF3MaT9b7i5zChEXFlOFUoYnGIt-Rl-4aaF2daDPLXCLd_t9i8w7b6OwZ95WxcyGJ4e0WyqmFleY5I4whW1DrUiz/s400/DSCF0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394299168864413954" border="0" /></a><br />lutfiye teyze, nurol abi<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumYuC3fgGhmRH9SMHXoqSb6_Dcj7mW9ncTevyKCAqk92pVq1tU1O1ysoMReesxox_juDRUzEAzDmMbhfAqG_7cdZeW7jYiOXhQbrLB7RNbU1eGAd4gOeTRQSBjt0Qlo418weC8kUXRJAQ/s1600-h/DSCF0133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumYuC3fgGhmRH9SMHXoqSb6_Dcj7mW9ncTevyKCAqk92pVq1tU1O1ysoMReesxox_juDRUzEAzDmMbhfAqG_7cdZeW7jYiOXhQbrLB7RNbU1eGAd4gOeTRQSBjt0Qlo418weC8kUXRJAQ/s400/DSCF0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294163005219714" border="0" /></a><br />saime and her grandson<br /></div>Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-54200220561148373502009-10-19T15:10:00.012+03:002009-10-20T11:27:59.806+03:00Baddin's Sünnet Düğüne (Zaimlar)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVQuZD03kT1SR1hn6jHzg9sDLMpqEjEXhTwCFatWfXiMoJZuvl-xN_wy88fMo8HnGsP7wFhrXYZX6UapEVtGaU0hzelfEGvGYbekhyphenhyphent8bHuCjToTOYKxsNVY68O347XNeHOj6w_sKSGhP/s1600-h/DSCF0139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVQuZD03kT1SR1hn6jHzg9sDLMpqEjEXhTwCFatWfXiMoJZuvl-xN_wy88fMo8HnGsP7wFhrXYZX6UapEVtGaU0hzelfEGvGYbekhyphenhyphent8bHuCjToTOYKxsNVY68O347XNeHOj6w_sKSGhP/s400/DSCF0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394292879170331458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWSqhsLaJcWzMyS04efEVjwgyJxAhHGPKuQRDtSTNj-MhL8q66gBynd-UqaQtMqvzXyrutqnppmcLVhXPuGyF7ChOOzjykoX-JFDwljLkfbxkH-fd_XAuci6DRRTNo4Ofm7iUMeKDq7OG/s1600-h/DSCF0141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mfkaDi2YIB2wOI5wFF1NXi1bHJlsHUbwe-bs-HUjxaZdhadD_AxFDdZFQpnz8-i2T3ijLNexs4xJsZ_5gTvs7xyy8hoAo8-uKpIeEka5WQXD_QPqqZJNwgIkCWlmRmctPgD4-sap0qPM/s400/DSCF0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394257976062578322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQlDfxgKXVq0WLzEtYWnIjEHN0SYlgF0xJ5S0UBBEZ_G2dJrsYa_QMg-HJmuxAMrDeALVG237rjDyPXfcUHgp75xBOvH0bF7irHzHrTFrvpZYEfHaZdrTt7FfgFWRvWbLFxgj0qgy9iKb/s1600-h/DSCF0152.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQlDfxgKXVq0WLzEtYWnIjEHN0SYlgF0xJ5S0UBBEZ_G2dJrsYa_QMg-HJmuxAMrDeALVG237rjDyPXfcUHgp75xBOvH0bF7irHzHrTFrvpZYEfHaZdrTt7FfgFWRvWbLFxgj0qgy9iKb/s400/DSCF0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394258867877393762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-91722970511391706962009-09-11T18:11:00.030+03:002009-09-12T12:13:37.879+03:00Summer 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">" I didnt know that u r a feminist? "</span><br /> , my beloved jokingly asked me that one day in summer.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">"Just telling what i have been keeping inside for almost 10 years!"</span><br /> , i replied....<br /></div><br />If u have had a taste of the istanbul traffic...of the *interesting* ways of their driving, then u will understand fully of what i had written...that is why one of the articles that i had written in Today's Zaman (a local English newspaper) is entitled <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">*SCARED TO DRIVE?*..</span>.even 3 ladies and one bloke supported me hehehe..i put their comments in the comment section of that article... so if u have the time ..after reading my piece on the celebration of Ramadan in istanbul..i would like u to read my mumbling on *scared to drive* in<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">http://mytzarticles.blogspot.com/</span><br /></div><br />Yes..it is Ramadan...and i had been quiet for wayyy to long from this blogging world...schooling will start after this raya (eid).. they have changed the colours of the kids' school uniform... instead of the <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">colour bright orange for the t-shirts</span> and dark blue for the skirts and pants...this year...the <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">t-shirts are in the colour of *nar çiçegi* (kaler bunga buah delima mcm kaler ni)..for girls</span> and <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">lilac for boys</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(like this)</span>while <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">the skirst and pants are of light brown( like this)</span>...i am very worried about the brown coloured pants.. i mean..u know how boys are, right?? how r we ever be ascertained that the pants wont turn into black???? but the good point is... the skirt is designed as such that if u use it outside of school...u wouldnt know that it is a school uniform skirt.. very fancy indeed...with pockets and nice cutting...anyway..at least the quality of the materials of the clothing are good..and the sports uniform?..they are using the umbro sports brand... so much better quality than the previous years...photos? kena tunggu buka sekolah laaaaaaa heheheh<br /><br />This ramadan....is a nice ramadan indeed... since it is summer... there is no school! heheh my beloved is more relaxed since there r no lectures....we had 2 iftars at our home this year..one for the Zaim family... and one for my beloved's high school friends..together with their families... there were sooooooooooo many leftovers for both iftars that i did the routine thing i did every year... distribute them to the siblings of course! :0)<br /><br />What i am most happy about this year is my kids.... this year.. we made a deal... hatice is suppose to fast on alternate days...so in total out of 30 days, she would have fasted 15 days... baddin...he was supposed to fast only during the weekends... and then, this evil mom came with an idea...<br /><br />As i was telling them of the certain rules of the fasting ..i think Allah more like it gave me the idea of rewarding the kids... as what is of norm esp as i was growing up.. i told the kids that i will pay them 2 TL for every day they fast.. that would be like... 60TL for a month and they are free to buy whatever they want to without us saying *no*.. coz u see.. normally all their eid money is usually invested into their own bank account...so this <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">*fasting money*</span>... we wont interfere... Hatice suddeny said , <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">"anne, ben bir ay oruç tutacağım!" (i will fast one whole month!!)</span> and baddin said...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">"ben normal dan daha tutacağım"(i will fast more than normal)</span>...<br />And so.... so far Alhamdulillah hatice is fasting everyday... while baddin.. he is fasting 5 days in a week....so the question is..should i make it compulsory for baddin to fast everyday next year or should i cut him some slack and let him not fast one day next year?...hmmm... <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">what do u think??</span></span><br /><br />Yes...summer school holiday is almost over...we were in sapanca this year for 2 weeks...the rest of the siblings came to once in avery few days....it was good..we ate loads of BBQ meat...we spent time together with those who came to sapanca... n on days were were alone as a family..we spent time doing things... going where we cherish most...this summer is a relaxing one..i sincerely do not look frward towards school opening...the rush in everything is a killing pace...though i do look forward to start my *walk* again..as i am truly lagging behind my beloved in sports department as he has lost quite a lot of fat at the tummy part while i...only lost a kg all summer!! time to catch up! Here r some of our summer holiday photos...@ sapanca<br />.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGELhxFWqFbdMWnmnAtPAq_o_N_3DJ22MHYcyhFLD9hHXQehKgIxl_T8Ttzbib7TXwTUf1K63ETP_DcIFW4LsF0U-p8LJBmhjNLqovkzVPcxlBojyo7go0oy39JNT5I6yM2OtXh2lnuD8W/s1600-h/DSCN6858.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGELhxFWqFbdMWnmnAtPAq_o_N_3DJ22MHYcyhFLD9hHXQehKgIxl_T8Ttzbib7TXwTUf1K63ETP_DcIFW4LsF0U-p8LJBmhjNLqovkzVPcxlBojyo7go0oy39JNT5I6yM2OtXh2lnuD8W/s400/DSCN6858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380486164461260882" border="0" /></a>We left our pakize at home in istanbul..and we ended up feeding *kartopu* and her 4 lil kittens n sapanca...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1j2B2AZ647Wn3hLIXucpTKGkFuys2cx47_-zIHaQi5bAkwKaIUkqMRJ5Sds9O-8KesgSRDELsL-kbVwBSqCJesizk0a1ZXOfigTUAYR5suk2yW5xyArXlo6iZVW4vzrx2ihWIl_frlYe/s1600-h/DSCN6857.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1j2B2AZ647Wn3hLIXucpTKGkFuys2cx47_-zIHaQi5bAkwKaIUkqMRJ5Sds9O-8KesgSRDELsL-kbVwBSqCJesizk0a1ZXOfigTUAYR5suk2yW5xyArXlo6iZVW4vzrx2ihWIl_frlYe/s400/DSCN6857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380487145277165042" border="0" /></a>my two angels busy watching the kittens play...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOEA5qY5lls0mY4i7I2Fes2hlnzfuzEMTNJ0fmTho1voom2O0Qe5uvBODPmqOO1oflOqE6V0YtHQsyU8EFIcy_ui0fUe2OeSv0ssBZV5AKZns6-FyI0YfRZEYEnMwCmH7Njt5idX2bKLWT/s1600-h/DSCN6860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOEA5qY5lls0mY4i7I2Fes2hlnzfuzEMTNJ0fmTho1voom2O0Qe5uvBODPmqOO1oflOqE6V0YtHQsyU8EFIcy_ui0fUe2OeSv0ssBZV5AKZns6-FyI0YfRZEYEnMwCmH7Njt5idX2bKLWT/s400/DSCN6860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380485379777142850" border="0" /></a><br />the wild berries we picked during our büyük tur (jungle trekking)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTyd9rqiaHxH4yCMwvPkfXO8QWrRmRe5EEo_XjAr8aNGgf1vYRboE2doXhvhv8l0qIg6t9EGaEfTZQlSSAOL7AT_VZZ-mayyaQD85r2RQf750VeIUgfwHPWmJla7lN6oBki9GmdE0HqWcA/s1600-h/DSCN6859.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTyd9rqiaHxH4yCMwvPkfXO8QWrRmRe5EEo_XjAr8aNGgf1vYRboE2doXhvhv8l0qIg6t9EGaEfTZQlSSAOL7AT_VZZ-mayyaQD85r2RQf750VeIUgfwHPWmJla7lN6oBki9GmdE0HqWcA/s400/DSCN6859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380484752971482290" border="0" /></a><br />büyük tür...a jungle trekking we will keep as a tradition in our family..<br />as baba used to do that too... we love it and we wanted to keep the tradition alive...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_sADltZxHIcYace4foBw8yWUZStaCxqJThRysDdWhdBHwug9bWuVlXKxmme0Go2R6FQFOWzBRumh8Z-SDAhqTMaIC33uL5j2_eLAme5GhgEdxPsugtu4Xn7PnIOn6aZD8qd4Fm5FrUtx/s1600-h/DSCN6865.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_sADltZxHIcYace4foBw8yWUZStaCxqJThRysDdWhdBHwug9bWuVlXKxmme0Go2R6FQFOWzBRumh8Z-SDAhqTMaIC33uL5j2_eLAme5GhgEdxPsugtu4Xn7PnIOn6aZD8qd4Fm5FrUtx/s400/DSCN6865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380481891922946530" border="0" /></a><br />a sweaty simah...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQSojKoOAl9JxEo9WfY2iNbZDnauB3Ww_jv5_Iw_95DobLy_kq_aNxeVUdZd2dncgC5GglXiCAA8qe4pJYE-H-H0QsAf0t8-lODf3kE0H5ts6NWM056n1DN2c7lkaKQppxHRW3p-d62l8/s1600-h/DSCN6855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQSojKoOAl9JxEo9WfY2iNbZDnauB3Ww_jv5_Iw_95DobLy_kq_aNxeVUdZd2dncgC5GglXiCAA8qe4pJYE-H-H0QsAf0t8-lODf3kE0H5ts6NWM056n1DN2c7lkaKQppxHRW3p-d62l8/s400/DSCN6855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380481275315730866" border="0" /></a><br />2 siblings playing badminton at kırkpınar...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13sZsTzyXr_BwhTMrT1LXTR-NkIAGZHIjzqzBnuw8QiTSokV2hMTmJ5g3V07yfc_cFR8EVklUiJcQJ52-NyRVi1YStLPDC1MoKyHNDbMP_Q-EoM-awXIOos-gkB9jKzSAz0ZV1MnYkigW/s1600-h/DSCN6876.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13sZsTzyXr_BwhTMrT1LXTR-NkIAGZHIjzqzBnuw8QiTSokV2hMTmJ5g3V07yfc_cFR8EVklUiJcQJ52-NyRVi1YStLPDC1MoKyHNDbMP_Q-EoM-awXIOos-gkB9jKzSAz0ZV1MnYkigW/s400/DSCN6876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380480062526174258" border="0" /></a><br />a lady watching those in the pool..<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImtA1CUOoi-gN8EmGkXvjoNrl5py_VO6ZwNxhm-6Wmqyay-xc0jmcuj3ehHYaPdg46b0Ma2HDP0x81dhuIHBBWZ9kzfaQA9QkgM04UeaIgXTI5JN2NcQvwbl6NlSihKlW777UuJvhWMqH/s1600-h/DSCN6886.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImtA1CUOoi-gN8EmGkXvjoNrl5py_VO6ZwNxhm-6Wmqyay-xc0jmcuj3ehHYaPdg46b0Ma2HDP0x81dhuIHBBWZ9kzfaQA9QkgM04UeaIgXTI5JN2NcQvwbl6NlSihKlW777UuJvhWMqH/s400/DSCN6886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380478104201194402" border="0" /></a><br />time for familes to play...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii74_6pVPD40kmuacM_8877_xeH2miAcxAOWMHoCoYSjjTnLyyj04H1jM7HGaiuCfcqoI8mQ5YIH7ycq4MRsGv4yww6pDl7XS9yF5c9GD7na89oC753WfvLY35YzQf2uimUj4kvFVas9Zh/s1600-h/DSCN6887.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii74_6pVPD40kmuacM_8877_xeH2miAcxAOWMHoCoYSjjTnLyyj04H1jM7HGaiuCfcqoI8mQ5YIH7ycq4MRsGv4yww6pDl7XS9yF5c9GD7na89oC753WfvLY35YzQf2uimUj4kvFVas9Zh/s400/DSCN6887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380474443671071874" border="0" /></a><br />and dancing and shaking their booties...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5O4ifmouvYiOPg3azYDo3EEeDQudwFGC5_OLHT_4r3OBO1t1dABtH3elooAnI8BqlYvSlYQ1EfEceUi0sScm0rK506xWscluPlOQxl75BV_SwkgDrj1JTJmOIR6ajQM8mDew00gfhZLV4/s1600-h/DSCN6919.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5O4ifmouvYiOPg3azYDo3EEeDQudwFGC5_OLHT_4r3OBO1t1dABtH3elooAnI8BqlYvSlYQ1EfEceUi0sScm0rK506xWscluPlOQxl75BV_SwkgDrj1JTJmOIR6ajQM8mDew00gfhZLV4/s400/DSCN6919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380473377941906882" border="0" /></a>at a quiet and green place where we had a very peaceful and quiet breakfast...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfshzVtOEBMCWvZAGgaceo_3EQ7ItXL91vFgQiI6aj0VS3wagMhf3DJ6xjX5qlefauvwCCnDQlgHVu0eITp31UTxkqSM6vouOCABvXNbN58rg3o6jPvHZCHA1FnH8IfYj3elNnOYFeJ0NU/s1600-h/DSCN6843.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMC3gePcsCuILlP8BxElvtyr8-KeYYR2zywf0vk4PmQy22gw8N_IF64pbxJbAh70qzkyTquTrcO799RLGFmTEKcnNPdUfb1-z4eaRQXPoF6oQmEe_7ElRogN6aPmOwK-FaMfWCSyPYsoUu/s400/DSCN6906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380235622134759538" border="0" /></a><br />one happy girl riding the horse...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6s7jCiwW6VaVQyTok9t-6Ocji1xZFiWHbM-edEeUgPHVxBwBBhWziEUu_d3P0pQJILEIc3LgYvPUjYaakyvmnZg4DtVU-L4bllAJB82elNpfCB71RTZJQmXapkQoqgAlzRTjbLQ676bv/s1600-h/DSCN6922.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6s7jCiwW6VaVQyTok9t-6Ocji1xZFiWHbM-edEeUgPHVxBwBBhWziEUu_d3P0pQJILEIc3LgYvPUjYaakyvmnZg4DtVU-L4bllAJB82elNpfCB71RTZJQmXapkQoqgAlzRTjbLQ676bv/s400/DSCN6922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380234750380553314" border="0" /></a>one happy boy working hard to cycle the boat at the lake..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNk8hSvghuGFJv_LdecXuwkxGoIDqCJunbHJvGh9MmVbp12DfDVBBfDfvr26Y-gORnQtSCOZmtODPO8PcP2GsoviOoaTstKbRJLPB0HFpaF6a67-zQ0UjvC-xNR_KfyRJGsVzAdGLwIxe/s1600-h/DSCN6929.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNk8hSvghuGFJv_LdecXuwkxGoIDqCJunbHJvGh9MmVbp12DfDVBBfDfvr26Y-gORnQtSCOZmtODPO8PcP2GsoviOoaTstKbRJLPB0HFpaF6a67-zQ0UjvC-xNR_KfyRJGsVzAdGLwIxe/s400/DSCN6929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380230653399762066" border="0" /></a><br />2 kids (one by age a man ) fighting with the star wars sword<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKaQ4JGQ3tkx8Q1OXHwd4DguWZ5quYe-lCfErPX5Zw-IjFCOGsxIZNfw7FSa8nb_RDnaVKLZvrEQEVLf1YWzpsblmkvoCTevSZ5_rH3nMtZ_q0E73jW9uv40q6ELofH0srPhiYskA2uXD/s1600-h/DSCN6936.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKaQ4JGQ3tkx8Q1OXHwd4DguWZ5quYe-lCfErPX5Zw-IjFCOGsxIZNfw7FSa8nb_RDnaVKLZvrEQEVLf1YWzpsblmkvoCTevSZ5_rH3nMtZ_q0E73jW9uv40q6ELofH0srPhiYskA2uXD/s400/DSCN6936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380228994645265250" border="0" /></a><br />a game while stting down..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNHeHZl1X7tmtQ1oKMo9y6ZgDtw6jZsGBtOYNwPfivrPAgxbxvQCS8U7hYWLFzVe-addS0QumBqCWr65SJFp-kXk8R87LoXw4JgT4w79vfsSPsPDgaTVA-1hDmhd3FP6AWDNJBUo4zwHX/s1600-h/DSCN6935.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNHeHZl1X7tmtQ1oKMo9y6ZgDtw6jZsGBtOYNwPfivrPAgxbxvQCS8U7hYWLFzVe-addS0QumBqCWr65SJFp-kXk8R87LoXw4JgT4w79vfsSPsPDgaTVA-1hDmhd3FP6AWDNJBUo4zwHX/s400/DSCN6935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380228350854580370" border="0" /></a><br />while watching the ducks..<br /><br /></div>Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528555882044054317.post-46608486106899907342009-09-08T21:09:00.010+03:002009-09-08T21:43:06.983+03:00Grow..my lil man...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFmJypGxKi9djA7RTD4BsYrepdmr13qDUxPKHlzs5jORhRNFxPx6UOQYU5RsCgZtzJ-WHRLdPtjXSWaa8p-ttB-6vG9F4tKLxnCDfUBuA89dhTeLC84qcZSNUQ0OzWlG0v1spALzIUstue/s1600-h/DSCN6950.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFmJypGxKi9djA7RTD4BsYrepdmr13qDUxPKHlzs5jORhRNFxPx6UOQYU5RsCgZtzJ-WHRLdPtjXSWaa8p-ttB-6vG9F4tKLxnCDfUBuA89dhTeLC84qcZSNUQ0OzWlG0v1spALzIUstue/s400/DSCN6950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165910316522146" border="0" /></a>a very nervous boy..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWCqOpRXQjm23xDNdplpXYibTlBaWkZ_aKfLLVnbOOp6OVR5jjRvS_lOm_iwN39kKthMsIhUPFdC82Irhbg2TAgEc7N5Pxvp71K6FsaaxMhjb0HUt5cz6KBoI5AmmWfnYmIco1jSGCX8J/s1600-h/DSCN6951.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWCqOpRXQjm23xDNdplpXYibTlBaWkZ_aKfLLVnbOOp6OVR5jjRvS_lOm_iwN39kKthMsIhUPFdC82Irhbg2TAgEc7N5Pxvp71K6FsaaxMhjb0HUt5cz6KBoI5AmmWfnYmIco1jSGCX8J/s400/DSCN6951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165146022339298" border="0" /></a><br />having his blood samples taken for some tests...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitf85V7j2d9yyuw8AFvdrhfS1p6rSXqY6FIeG9g2ih7Hr2J-hWZ2DvkCLMUzVT0LyPyIXEopgt1rbh6ZNU9RVeHO9vpxodTNvSJ4e4vep-xgoUF-TOeI4EIfUEdF989x7qyhKIAQD2xFlE/s1600-h/DSCN6953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitf85V7j2d9yyuw8AFvdrhfS1p6rSXqY6FIeG9g2ih7Hr2J-hWZ2DvkCLMUzVT0LyPyIXEopgt1rbh6ZNU9RVeHO9vpxodTNvSJ4e4vep-xgoUF-TOeI4EIfUEdF989x7qyhKIAQD2xFlE/s400/DSCN6953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379164550038110194" border="0" /></a>being helped into the standard clothing..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNCcs0ex7qoW_JxmCAKq9TdMlnU4iFZsI6WbI6RLM7sV97G2yrvaMdSjtvxOSuTySNQaRojuYU5QHHn9eX6Z8I-JcUDayFVydZCmNexeVw4ozPhdXuQP74nQbhe3a1QoRprolzp-D3Q0z/s1600-h/DSCN6955.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNCcs0ex7qoW_JxmCAKq9TdMlnU4iFZsI6WbI6RLM7sV97G2yrvaMdSjtvxOSuTySNQaRojuYU5QHHn9eX6Z8I-JcUDayFVydZCmNexeVw4ozPhdXuQP74nQbhe3a1QoRprolzp-D3Q0z/s400/DSCN6955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379163842054601266" border="0" /></a>a grin to hide the fear...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlFI_fcqLKK7f8olJhio5xcqT5hK4GDIlaNQXuveCFcFWV3H2PfTpHgEfYfHpYiZUNczz5Qh93pF1swggqfo7C0mvkIWvcbsOeXR5kSEpDQFgodDOq8xKuqkL_dx2krUHaK2fJAdIndgO/s1600-h/DSCN6956.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlFI_fcqLKK7f8olJhio5xcqT5hK4GDIlaNQXuveCFcFWV3H2PfTpHgEfYfHpYiZUNczz5Qh93pF1swggqfo7C0mvkIWvcbsOeXR5kSEpDQFgodDOq8xKuqkL_dx2krUHaK2fJAdIndgO/s400/DSCN6956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379163231466527202" border="0" /></a><br />as he was being taken into the section..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEoKPDzkIQT2IZa1vEvvvu6VE4Sq8Z8SH8_9rOpVviHm_3Wj1ed51KWBZZSO8CWAUcngmtwFevVLV-udWqjZufbo96OIV0v69k3r_IQadOv5twUoqk72RXbVbKvVcSi4d2i5HzIcSBiyq/s1600-h/DSCN6958.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEoKPDzkIQT2IZa1vEvvvu6VE4Sq8Z8SH8_9rOpVviHm_3Wj1ed51KWBZZSO8CWAUcngmtwFevVLV-udWqjZufbo96OIV0v69k3r_IQadOv5twUoqk72RXbVbKvVcSi4d2i5HzIcSBiyq/s400/DSCN6958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379162600391148306" border="0" /></a>before the big moment before he slips to sleep..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDE01zhElI48wx_dtt33n70w436CUwdslrx2xocTRshcrDhZgXeTLGxe9YfWmuNn7yfYj5Cb_pg2grz5_NQZ93_uAd_LbVcpRHbC_QLxpCRXqtYD1pJarxFmkz97c4jHcVzjXQwwp8weS/s1600-h/DSCN6959.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDE01zhElI48wx_dtt33n70w436CUwdslrx2xocTRshcrDhZgXeTLGxe9YfWmuNn7yfYj5Cb_pg2grz5_NQZ93_uAd_LbVcpRHbC_QLxpCRXqtYD1pJarxFmkz97c4jHcVzjXQwwp8weS/s400/DSCN6959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379161601544777074" border="0" /></a><br />and Alhamdulillah...resting at home wearing the kain pelikat my dad gave us so many years ago...<br />sünnet... bersunat... is simply a step towards growing up...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfsoMYwVKZahK7wbz3YEKGkp559g8JUnqZR53rVk7ts6SaRKZaM6fGCbtWs7dBilULWCO_Cd17k63WV_mKbqkij9L1jqaAUt-PhvzQX0MfjQh1n22jBvvLeWX9TrFUSsL-14cGDH0PR5H/s1600-h/DSCN6962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfsoMYwVKZahK7wbz3YEKGkp559g8JUnqZR53rVk7ts6SaRKZaM6fGCbtWs7dBilULWCO_Cd17k63WV_mKbqkij9L1jqaAUt-PhvzQX0MfjQh1n22jBvvLeWX9TrFUSsL-14cGDH0PR5H/s400/DSCN6962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379161127231354226" border="0" /></a>and if he can climb rocks like this... despşte him not walking properly yet..<br />i think he will insyaAllah be alrite...<br />:0)<br /><br />I<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> hope it is not too late to wish everybody a happy and blessed Ramadan!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank You for hopping by. Hope to see you again soon... :0)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank You for hopping by.Hope to see u again soon :0)</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com11