The Epitome Of Male Arrogance

I received this letter from my freind Om Taziri , on her travels from Libya to the U.S.A. Her observations from her plane window . Thought you might like it too .

The plane started down the runway and I was thinking, "Wow! I'm really going!" The plane flew over the Tarhouna Platou and that was thrilling of course. Then we flew over Sicily and had a birds eye view of the mountains, villages, and the cliffs of the coast. Then we flew over the Alps and through a break in the clouds I could see their snow covered peaks. Amazing sights all. However, the thing that really rocked my boat was this---my plane having landed in Frankfort, was taxiing to the terminal and as we made a right turn I saw an animal nonchalantly crossing the runway. From a distance it looked to be the size of a cat, but I knew that distance and my perspective from a height must be deceptive. Which indeed it was. The animal which had caught my attention was none other than a fox who with all the arrogance of a MALE, trotted across the path of an oncoming giant bird and into the grassy verge of the runway where he stopped to spray his male essence!!!! I couldn't help laughing out loud at the sight and how it made me think that this was the epitome of Male Arrogance in a nutshell.

I Am So Happy !

How ya doing these days? I am doing absolutely fantabulous! The other day as I was sitting with Moe killing time until I had to go in the kitchen to cook dinner ,it dawned on me ," hey I am happy. For no reason ,just pure Dee happy ."

I started to examine why I was so happy. I realized it was because for the rest of the world was marching to my drummer and my rhythm for a change. I love to stay awake all night and sleep all day. That is the way I was made. I live like this most of the time but I feel guilty and many, including Moe ,try make me feel guilty. They say I am wasting away the day. That makes me wake up early and grouchy. 

But Ramadan, here in Libya, well.... it's a whole new ballgame babycakes! It becomes my kind of world! Those of us that can , sleep during the day, and yes I know that's not the way you are supposed to fast; but it works for me. Then I get up to do a little house work, wake up some more( no coffee remember?), start cooking dinner. By the time we have eaten, I am good to go for the rest of the night.

Take the other night for example, we had dinner, watched our favorite Ramadan show on TV, THEN went out to do the errands. It was GREAT! No one was nasty tempered. Everyone was smiling. All the shops were open. We picked up our laundry at 1:30 a.m. Now that's the way to live as far as I am concerned.

Tonight I was a dinner guest of Om Taziri and her daughter, Taziri . Moe went to his brother's for dinner. That worked out great for him since all his family went there too after dinner to visit. They had a lovely family evening together. Meanwhile,at OmTaziri's house, we had a fantabulous dinner ... THAT I DIDN'T HAVE TO COOK .

We watched a little TV, then got ready to visit Khadijateri in her new home. It is just to DIE FOR!!! Hope she post some pictures of it soon on her blog for you to see how nice it is now that she and Mustafa have finished it! MASHALLAH!!!!!!! 

While at her home I met fellow blogger Heba. What a wonderful surprise that was for me! And guy's ... she is really cute and she is single too ! Oh, and did I mention smart? Anyway, we had a ball tonight.It would have never happened if not for Ramadan. 

Also, more importantly, the true reason for my happiness and peace of mind these days, other than the world being on my time; I read the Quran everyday or watch it on TV when I don't read it, or I do both. I just stopped worrying about everything . I am putting my faith in Allah to do what He thinks is best for Moe, our family, our friends ,and me. This is what Islam is about,blind trust in Allah,submitting to His will .It works. I am at peace .I wish you peace in your life and wellness .Blessings , OTE

My Taziri, My Love

My Taziri , My Love

Sailing on high through a starry night ,
With her fleet of cloudy galleons
Is Taziri , my Queen .
Do you hear ,my lovely Queen?
The winds and the tides ,
your earthly slaves ,
Are singing now, A song in your praise .

Oh Taziri , say you"ll be mine,

And give me your love
Till the end of Time .
Take my heart and my hand,
They're yours to command,
Forever your Champion
I swear I will stand .
Oh Taziri, my Taziri, my Love .


By Om Taziri
March18, 2009
Tripoli , Libya


The word "Taziri" is Berber for full moon and is also a girls name .