As the blog name says, the slave of Al Wadood, the One&Only, who loves us more than we can imagine. Other than that, just simple muslim woman, who is trying to survive the dunya and get closer to her Love, Al Wadood.
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This evening at home, having nothing much to do, me and girls watched “Lion of the Desertâ€. For me not first time, I saw it many times before, but emotions were always the same. For girls - first time. And they loved it (off course heh). But, as they came to age where they want to know just everything, questions were just coming one after another: Who is Omar Al Mokhtar, from where he is, why they wanted to kill him, why they wanted to take his land and his people, etc, etc. Asya even start to ask about years: Mom, how many years before us he lived? How old he was when they killed him? So, I, as a good mom,****dont roll your eyes, its not healthy****, settled myself in front of PC, opened google and other fellows and searched. This is what I found:
Sidi Omar Al Mokhtar was born in 1862 in a small town called Zawia Janzour of the tribe of Mnifa, Libya. At that time, Libya was part of Ottoman Empire.
He was well known by his courage and wisdom, even in his young age. Once, he traveled with a caravan to Syria and the lion showed up, stopping people from continuing their way. Whole caravan was terrified. They wanted to give a camel to the lion, so hopefully he would let them go. But Omar carried his shot gun, rode his horse and went after the lion. He came back with lion’s head. This is how he got name “Lion of Cyrenaica.“
In October of 1911, Italian battleships reached Tripoli, Libya. Intentions were occupation and ruling the land, off course with people same. The Italian’s leader demand to the Turks to surrender Tripoli to the Italians or the city would be destroyed. The Ottoman Turks fled and the Italians attacked Tripoli anyway, bombing the city for three days.
That would mark the beginning of a series of battles between the Italian occupiers and the Libyan Mujahedeen.
Libyan resistance begun with less then a thousand of Mujahedeen, but with time number changed to six thousand. Sidi Omar, teacher by profession, was a master strategist in desert guerrilla tactics. He also knew geography of his country well and how to use it against Italians, who were not accustomed to the desert.
With his small, mobile groups, he attacked Italian troops, cut lines of supply and communications and left the huge Italian army embarrassed.
But…they knew the cowardice way to make the Mujahedeen weak. They have imprisoned Libyan men, women and children in concentration camps. They have moved entire tribes miles away from their homes, in a desert. About 120.000 Libyans were forced into these camps, the two thirds are perished. People were constantly tortured. In this way Italians were weakening Mujahedeens in two ways, by cutting off the moral and economic support and stopping more men to join Sidi Omar’s group.
In one of the battles, Sidi Omar Al Mokhtar was wounded and Italian army captured him. He was 70 years old. Lion of the desert. They have paraded with him, showing him to the people like a long time hunted and finally captured animal. They gave him a joke of a trial and he was executed by hanging in a public place, in Sulooq, on 16th of September, 1931. In front of eyes of his beloved people. His last words were the words from Qur’an, the book that was always with him: Inna lillah wa inna ilayhi rajioun.-From God we have come, and to God we must return…..
Subhanallah…What a story….Mom has only one question: Do men like this exist today? But I really doubt…
History is repeating…Afghanistan, Bosnia, Iraq, Pakistan….Allah knows where else…Where are the Omars of our time??
p.s.Thank you Moustafa Akkad, for giving chance to my girls to see a REAL hero and take him as a role model, true symbol of faith and someone to look up to. Not some Hollywood made, fake, stupid brain washers.
Ok, this is my first experience with the tagging thing :) Shah tagged me, thanks sweetie ! :)
Anyway, tag is about weirdness :) You got me there :)
Rules:
Okah, lets start
1. I love to bite my girls. Cheeks, hands or feet. They have right to choose lol. They are laughing that much it makes my window’s glass shaking, that how much does it hurt :)
2.I hate the oil perfumes people are usually bringing as a gift from hajj. As soon as I smell it, I get most terrible headache you can imagine. Its hard to explain to some people. Especially if they are older ones. “Why a woman with hijab hates perfume bought next to Kaaba?!” (It has nothing to do with Kaaba, I am telling you!!!!!!)
3. When someone asks me whats your favorite movie, I am too ashamed to say Madagascar, Nemo, Barbie Land, 12 princesses (etc) coz its too weird, right??! :) But its special pleasure, three of us with popcorns and covered with nice, soft blanket, watching Nemo’s dad swimming to Sydney lol
4. I don’t like fashion talks. Fashion channels. Fashion magazines. At all. At any time. Ever.
5. 
I am dreamy girl. I like to sit and imagine stories. What would happen in case if..? I never told any of these stories to anyone, never put it on paper. But they are quite interesting, telling you….
6. I believe in love. True one. But in Akhirah. Bess.
7. There are a lot more of my weirdness. But I think this kind of weirdness is making us unique, lovely, HUMAN beings. So go ahead gals (and one boy lol), let me hear you:
* iMuslim
Whats the big deal about hijab? Who wants to wear it, let them wear it. Who doesnt want, be free not to.
I want to cover my hair. I want to go on the street with it. I want to work with it. Go to the market with it. Go to my daughter’s school with it. Do what ever I want to do. Live with it.
Sometimes white, sometimes black, maybe pink or yellow, depends on my mood. But I love it, no matter what shape or color. Wearing it, I am saying I am slave of Allah 
only, my heart and brain is what is counts & important. Why people are saying I am oppressed? Why they are saying I am forced to wear it? Why they think they have to liberate me from it? Yo!, people I LOVE MY HIJAB!!!
Yes, life is more difficult with it. What ever I do, it has to be at least 100000 times better than others did. I know that. Its so clear. People are showing me that so clear, every day. It sucks, I know. But its my choice. And I know why and for whom I am doing it. You can do it only for Him, coz His love is only worth of doing it.
But why people are making such a big deal of it, wallahi?? Why hijab ban in France, in Turkey, Italy and all other countries? I just dont get it. This piece of cloth bothering them so much?? And they are keep saying these hijab bans are for my own good?? Alright, I really JUST DONT GET IT! Will someone please explain to me?
Sister Shahrzad has a wonderful idea and masha-Allah many blogers loved it. Honestly, it gives an EXCELLENT feeling if you are a part of it :) Please go to see what is it all about (it will bring you maaany hasanat;))
I was all worried this morning and thinking how will I manage today at the office, coz I really wanted to stay at home. I left Amr Khaled’s book “Healing of the heart” at my desk and really wanted to stay in bed, having nice long coffee&reading that excellent kitaab. But I had to come…
So anyways…I went to see my friend A in her office, to see a friendly face at least, hoping I will feel better. But………………..I didnt only saw a friendly face, I have got a BEAUTIFUL gift!!!!!!
Ok, the story is following:
I am bothering her for days about her new perfume (”Far Away”), saying how nice it is and how I like the smell of it so much. I even called her in the office saying: Haram alaiki, you left the smell of your parfume all over the place, so I can feel it :D hehe. But this morning she brought that parfume as a gift to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy, I was just so happy :))
Knowing that is her favorite perfume and that was impossible to find it here in the stores, and knowing that I said something not really so nice to her this morning (see the explanation for that in the beginning of this post) it just made the story soooooooo…oh just so wonderful. B7hbik habibtiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, thank you&jazakillah kol khair :)
Yeah…good frineds still exist…alhamdulillah for that.
