Back to school in Dubai 2010

One never knows what to expect but if we place our trust in the Almighty, then you know that you are in safe hands. 6 month back. we were totally uncertain of where we stood; no clue as to what was in store even remotely and yet, our belief and faith paid off. The kids started school this monday. It was a day of apprehension and anxiety.

Buddy and sawaabi were going to use the bus the first time in 8years. I was a bunch of nerves constantly reminding myself that they would be ok ! Its strange how I generally underestimate my boys ! Well, my main concern is how sawaabi loves to go back and forth even before he climbs onto the bus. He is one restless soul !

The morning started around 5:30 and atmosphere in the house was like that it had been hit by a hurricane …. We were rushing the kids thru the morning routine of brush, bath, dress, breakfast, shoes and bags. Although it seems simple but ask any parent and you know exactly what goes into that morning rush hour. So anyways, now we have Buddy and sawaab leaving at 6:30 followed by Eman leaving at 7:00 with Abba. And then, I have the entire 4 hours to hybernate !

Heres just a couple of pics of the morning :

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Is this school for me ?

what a constructive weekend that was ! But I suppose That is just ME. can work best under pressure. I knew this last week would be terribly busy but to think of it that we could pack so many chores in just two days and achieve it ! Wow .. its such a good feeling of having completed all of them. AND that too, draging the poor boys everywhere with us.

So I am finding some direction for the school thingy that has been sitting on my chest for the last 7 months ! All the while we had one particular school in mind but we so concerned with some of vibes that I had been getting. It so happens that, when I just got fed up of the whole thing and said we’ll put them back to the old/previous school, we decided to check up on a school I had checked 3 years back and as it turns out, they do have teachers who understand the concept of dyslexia and although they are not trained to teach in special ways, they can assist coz the class room size is quite small, only 13 kids per class, which ofcourse is good for us. So we have that appointment and assesment today which will decide if this is the school for us. I am very nervous coz I think this might be the last hope for US, and to think of it that the boys have not touched their books in the last 3 months !!! Suddenly I found myself asking the boys oral maths sums and thank God I got a few right answers ! I will post some information about dyslexia in my next post for all those parents who are wondering what is this term.

Today was the first day of Ramadan, inshallah. To all the Muslim brothers and Sisters out there, Ramadan Mubarak. Please remember the gates of hell are closed this entire month, Shaitaan (Satan) is chained. It will be easier to control our ill desires, tempers and temptations this month. Please remember the Merit of salaat in this month. Please remember that this is the most loved and crucial month to our Rasool Sal alah wa alai hi wa salam. Please remember that we all are examples for the rest of the world and where Islam is so wrongly looked upon, we all have to change the misconceptions by setting good examples by ourselves. Inshallah.

Then and Now / Better or Worse. Go figure !

An Old Man
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One evening a boy was talking to his grandfather about current events. 

He asked him what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general. 

His Granddad replied, 

“Well, let me think a minute. 

I was born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill. 

There weren’t things like radar, credit cards, laser beams or ball-point pens. 

Man had not invented pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, electric blankets, air conditioners, and he hadn’t walked on the moon. 

Your grandma and I got married first — then lived together. 

Every family had a father and a mother, and every boy over 14 had a rifle that his dad taught him how to use and respect. 

Until I was 25, I called every man older than I, ‘Sir’ — and after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, ‘Sir.’ 

In our time, closets were for clothes – not for ‘coming out of.’ 

Sundays were set aside for going to church as a family, helping those in need, and just visiting with family or 
neighbors. 

We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. 

Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments,  good judgment, and common sense. 

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions. 

Serving your country was a privilege; living here was a bigger privilege 

We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. 

Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins. 

Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started. 

Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends — not condominiums. 

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. 

We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on radio. 

I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey. 

If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan’ on it, it was junk. 

The term ‘making out’ referred to how you did on your school exam. 

Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of. 

5 and 10-cent stores were where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. 

Ice cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. 

And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards. 

You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, but who could afford one? 

Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon. 

In my day, ‘grass’ was mowed, “coke” was a cold drink, “pot” was something your mother cooked in, and 
“rock music” was grandma’s lullaby. 

“Aids” were helpers in the Principal’s office, “chip” meant a piece of wood, “hardware” was found in a 
hardware store, and “software” wasn’t even a word. 

And we were the last generation that was so dumb as to think a lady needed a husband to have a baby. 

No wonder people call us old and confused and say there is such a generation gap. 

And I’m only 52 years old.”

Granddaddy Unknown

Youth don’t get offended, there is much in today’s world that granddaddy would have no idea about.