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Editorial An-nisa, Al-Hikmah Centre, 28 Track Road, Batley, WF17 7AA e: [email protected] t: 01924 500 565 voice of To contribute to An-Nisa drop us an email at: [email protected] I ALREADY want the winter to be over. I’m not usually one to complain about the weather but this year this winter has kept me cold and unwell and I just want the spring to be with us, even if it means I don’t get to enjoy the snow. Actually, I change my mind can we have snow and then the spring, but get the snow out of the way as soon as possible so spring can be with us. Yes I love the snow – even at my age I love snowball fights on the streets and building things out of snow– last year we had a snow family and an attempt at an igloo – if we get snow before the next issue why not send in us your photos of fun in the snow and we’ll print the best ones (Please note: photos must be sent in before 10th of January to be included in the next issue) Now back to this issue - as always we have all the usual articles, including a heartfelt personal story of a marriage across cultures – but this month we also have articles from two new writers. Please do let us know your thoughts. We hope you enjoy reading this month’s issue and please do get in touch if you have any comments or would like to contribute to the magazine. Have a fabulous month and wrap up warm. Editorial Team Personal story Culture Clash? COMING off the plane into new territory, supposed my homeland was, to put it bluntly, a shock. The smells; the people; well it was surely different and to pay the equivalent of £1.50 for a can of Pepsi was something to get used to. But being young I embraced it and loved every minute of it; exploring the different culture and way of life from the mud caused by the monsoon to the goats following you home; only to realise that it was the family goat- no wonder!!! I had gone fresh from university; a bright young thing with dreams ahead of me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would meet my future husband there. It was by pure chance and a sad event that I was “spotted” by hus- band’s family at a funeral, would you believe? Anyway eventually after much per- suasion on the basis of ‘just meet him and see’ that’s exactly what I did. I met him and totally forgot about him. Nice as he was I was not wanting to get mar- ried. I had my life planned out. But the Almighty had something else planned for me. To cut a long story short a year later we were married. Adjusting to being married was an eye opener. We were both from very different cultures and backgrounds. My friends were amazed that I had gone to India and got married, why? They kept asking this over and over. I was educated two degrees, he was not, he couldn’t speak English, he came from a culture where women depended on men and men had egos that wouldn’t fit into our semi-detached houses in the UK. Fifteen years on and guess what we are still together and very happy too. I pursued my career; and I am very independent fighting for the equality of women in all aspects of life. After arriving in the UK my husband pursued his sporting goals and has even played with international cricket players. He has mastered the Yorkshire dialect and has worked hard to let me pursue my dreams and ambitions. When people suggest that everyone from India/Pakistan can’t adjust to life here or have come only for a red pass- port it annoys me as there are many success stories, you just need to find the right individual for yourself. Yes there are bad cases too but some like mine are positive and let’s not tar everyone with the same brush. The cultures are very different but it’s about compro- mise and understanding which can be achieved with patience and determina- tion. Love grows day by day and marriages are hard work but like they say hard work never hurt anyone.
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An-nisa, Al-Hikmah Centre, 28 Track Road, Batley, WF17 7AA e: [email protected] t: 01924 500 565
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To contribute to An-Nisa drop us an email at:
I ALREADY want the winter to be over. I’m not usually one to complain about the weather but this year this winter has kept me cold and unwell and I just want the spring to be with us, even if it means I don’t get to enjoy the snow.
Actually, I change my mind can we have snow and then the spring, but get the snow out of the way as soon as possible so spring can be with us. Yes I love the snow – even at my age I love snowball fights on the streets and building things out of snow– last year we had a snow family and an attempt at an igloo – if we get snow before the next issue why not send in us your photos of fun in the snow and we’ll print the best ones (Please note: photos must be sent in before 10th of January to be included in the next issue)
Now back to this issue - as always we have all the usual articles, including a heartfelt personal story of a marriage across cultures – but this month we also have articles from two new writers. Please do let us know your thoughts.
We hope you enjoy reading this month’s issue and please do get in touch if you have any comments or would like to contribute to the magazine.
Have a fabulous month and wrap up warm.
Editorial Team
Personal story
Culture Clash?COMING off the plane into new
territory, supposed my homeland was, to put it bluntly, a shock. The smells; the people; well it was surely different and to pay the equivalent of £1.50 for a can of Pepsi was something to get used to. But being young I embraced it and loved every minute of it; exploring the different culture and way of life from the mud caused by the monsoon to the goats following you home; only to realise that it was the family goat- no wonder!!!
I had gone fresh from university; a
bright young thing with dreams ahead of me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would meet my future husband there. It was by pure chance and a sad event that I was “spotted” by hus-band’s family at a funeral, would you believe?
Anyway eventually after much per-suasion on the basis of ‘just meet him and see’ that’s exactly what I did. I met him and totally forgot about him. Nice as he was I was not wanting to get mar-ried. I had my life planned out. But the Almighty had something else planned for me.
To cut a long story short a year later we were married. Adjusting to being married was an eye opener. We were both from very different cultures and backgrounds. My friends were amazed that I had gone to India and got married, why? They kept asking this over and over. I was educated two degrees, he was not, he couldn’t speak English, he came from a culture where women depended on men and
men had egos that wouldn’t fit into our semi-detached houses in the UK.
Fifteen years on and guess what we are still together and very happy too. I pursued my career; and I am very independent fighting for the equality of women in all aspects of life.
After arriving in the UK my husband pursued his sporting goals and has even played with international cricket players. He has mastered the Yorkshire dialect and has worked hard to let me pursue my dreams and ambitions.
When people suggest that everyone from India/Pakistan can’t adjust to life here or have come only for a red pass-port it annoys me as there are many success stories, you just need to find the right individual for yourself. Yes there are bad cases too but some like mine are positive and let’s not tar everyone with the same brush. The cultures are very different but it’s about compro-mise and understanding which can be achieved with patience and determina-tion.
Love grows day by day and marriages are hard work but like they say hard work never hurt anyone.
January 2015 3January 20152
MY children have been unwell which, without sounding callous, has been good for me. It has al-lowed me to focus on something.
Fussing over them whilst they are unwell to help them get better has helped me with my low moods. It has given me a purpose and taken my mind of my own depression.
Late nights for the last two weeks have had a purpose. I don’t feel guilty for waking up late in the morning which in turn actu-ally has made me more produc-tive. I seemed to have got all my housework done, seen that my kids have everything and I’ve had some time to sit and have a coffee all before my husband gets home. Normally I’m making excuses why I’ve not swept (even though he never asks).
My better moods appear to also impact on my husband’s moods. I’m not sure if he consciously notices a change in me, or in him-self, but when I’m happy it seems everyone is.
Now I just need to work on maintaining this motivation, this happiness, this feeling of good when my children are well.
If you are suffering from any symptoms described by our blogger or feel you could be suffering from depression please talk to someone about it and go see your doctor who can help you.
PRECIOUS things are always covered up. Gold is found deep underground and pearls are found in oysters deep within the ocean. Similarly, a Muslim sister covers herself be-cause her beauty is precious and should be treasured.
Modesty is very important in Islam. Just as covering yourself is very important so is lowering your gaze and acting with modesty.
When out of the house it is important to cover yourself from head to toe in such a way that your body features and shape cannot be distinguished. Examples of modest women are the Prophet’s (S.A.W) wives includ-ing Safiyyah (R.A).
There is a lot of misunderstanding of this subject but what many people do not seem to realise is that for Mus-lim women covering oneself is a form of protection from unwanted atten-tion rather than a form of oppression.
Woman who cover themselves do not lack any freedom ; banning the hijab however is a way of taking a human’s right to wear what they want and to show their beauty to those they want to. No human has a right over anyone’s body and everybody
should have the right to choose who they show themselves to.
It is ironic how people have misjudged the situation and decided that women are oppressed if they cover their beauty but it is perfectly ok to take their freedom away by not allowing them that means of protection and security if they desire to have it. The only people who can harass these women are the people who decide women can’t have made this choice for themselves and therefore pester them in a way that tries to remove this freedom.
Book review -
When life begins By Bint Saeed‘WHEN life begins’ is a translation to
the original Urdu best seller, ‘Jab Zindagi Shuru Ho Gee’. Written by the inconspic-uous author Abu Yahya, his sole purpose is for the book to inspire change in the reader’s life. This book serves as a much needed reminder of our true purpose in this life, merely a temporary test of our actions, determining our ranks in the next life; when life truly begins. It is a fictional story of a person named Abdul-lah, who has attained success through his good actions, witnessing the scenes of judgement unfolding in front of him. The author depicts the events to take place after death within the Islamic view, through Quran and hadith.
This is not a typical story, one that you want to speed through to the end as quickly as possible. Despite its eloquence and it being a real page turner, the depth of the scenes force
you to pause and reflect on what our state will be on that day. It instils hope and fear and motivates you to make positive changes in order to beautify your final abode. The author vividly brings to light the consequence of our actions and awakens our conscience to our imminent promised judgement. Thus making you question every action thereafter, whether it will benefit you in the next life or not and enhance your lasting life or not. Most importantly it strengthens your faith in God and the hereafter.
Today our senses are con-stantly bombarded with scenes tempting us to run after the seemingly high life of this world. It is so easy to slip into the deceptive pleasures of this life and forget it will all come to
an end one day. In this age of YOLO, the perception of only living once, coupled
with the de-cline of god - consciousness many of us are stripped of our morals and humanity. We live in a selfish world, many con-cerned about their worldly progress and achievements, overlooking the bigger picture and at the expense
of the effects on our eternal life. We are ready to neglect the race for the best place in the hereafter when the reality
is: ‘It will be, on the Day they see it,
as though they had not remained [in the world] except for an afternoon or a morning thereof.’ (The Holy Quran: Ch.79, verse 46)
The author provides powerful image-ry through the fate of the characters, it is easy to empathise with the lives they had led and the outcomes they face. It helps to put life into perspective allow-ing us to prioritise our goals; a stepping stone to true guidance. We must return to the Quran and Sunnah to better our ways so that we may please our Lord and attain ultimate success.
We must take this opportunity to read, reflect and redirect our lives and take account of our actions before we are taken to account.
Dignified BeautyBlog
Living with depression
Top Tip“Defrost meat on an alumini-um tray” - If like me you buy your chicken and meat in bulk then defrosting is a regular thing in your home. As alumin-ium is a great heat conductor it supposedly speeds up the time it takes to defrost your meat. I’ve tried this and can’t say that I’ve noticed the time differ-ence but that might just be because I am in the middle of a million and one things at any one time.
RecipeSummer-in-winter chickenIngredients1 tbsp olive oil4 boneless skinless chicken breasts200g pack cherry tomatoes3 tbsp pesto3 tbsp crème fraîche (half fat is fine)fresh basil, if you have it
Method1. Heat the oil in a frying pan, preferably non-stick. Add
the chicken and fry without moving it until it takes on a bit of colour. Turn the chicken and cook on the other side. Continue cooking for 12-15 mins until the chicken is cooked through. Season all over with a little salt and pepper.
2. Halve the tomatoes and throw them into the pan, stirring them around for a couple of minutes until they start to soften. Reduce the heat and stir in the pesto and crème fraîche until it makes a sauce. Scatter with a few basil leaves if you have them, then serve with rice and salad or mash and broccoli.
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