Ramadan Kareem!

Ramadan is upon us.

I’ve been trying to learn as much as I can about this Holy Month, and wanted to write a quite objective post, just trying to describe it. Personal opinions and adventures will come throughout the month, I’m sure.

So Ramadan is the ninth month of the Islamic lunar calendar. During this Holy Month, every day, Muslims spend the daylight hours in complete fast. This is a time to refocus on God, to purify the soul, to be grounded with the reality of those who aren’t lucky enough to have food on their tables every day, to purify the soul, and to practice self sacrifice.

During Ramadan, Muslims re-evaluate their lives and the year gone by. They seek peace with those who wronged them, strengthen their relationships, give up bad habits, and generally clean their lives, thoughts and feelings.

I’m told that in Arabic, the word for “fasting” (sawm) literally means “to refrain” – and it means not only refraining from food, drink, cigarettes, sex, but also from evil actions, thoughts, and words.

During this month, every part of the body must be restrained. The tongue must be restrained from badmouthing and gossip. The eyes must restrain themselves from looking at unlawful things. The hand must not touch or take anything that does not belong to it. The ears must refrain from listening to idle talk or obscene words. The feet must refrain from going to sinful places. In such a way, every part of the body observes the fast. Fasting is then seen as a complete commitment -body and soul- to their faith and the worship of God.

My friends have told me the rules for Ramadan are pretty much lived person-by-person. There are certain things no one would do, but then for other things -listening to music, watching films, etc, it’s pretty much up to each one’s feeling on how that will affect their inner peace. The body is drained from lack of sleep and nourishment, and all free time should be devoted to reading the Q’ran, but if you feel that listening to music will help you feel closer to God and to your soul’s purpose, then it’s up to you, for example.

I’m fascinated by this idea and by the type of inner processes my Muslim hosts go through during all this, so expect to read a few more posts about this.

How about you, dear readers (all 3 of you), would you be able to not drink or eat during daylight and sleep only a couple of hours a night?

The moon

Ramadan is starting this week. I have been preparing a nice long post about it, and my research has involved having lots of long chats over mint tea with the 3 muslim girls who are kind enough to be friendly to me and patient to answer all my ignorant questions. So all that will follow. I have a whole month to talk about it, after all.

For now, I just wanted to write about the start of Ramadan. Sometime this week, but no one knows exactly when.

The public organization responsible for deciding on it and announcing it to the entire country is the Moon Sighting Committee. That has got to be the coolest public department name in the world.

SATC is back!

This blogging career was never going to be easy. After more than a month of no-blogging, I’m back. With all my good intentions intact.

I do plan on catching my readers up on all the interesting happenings of the last month, but just briefly here’s a quick sum up of what’s been happening:

-I had a ceiling leak in my bathroom that took ridiculous interactions and efforts to get fixed- and then wasn’t. I then managed to move apartments. But this came with having to give up my internet connection. And having to start allover again in the process of having an internet approval, having the account opened, and convincing some technician to finally come to my apartment and open the connection. It was actually 200 times more painful than it sounds, and it involved a few tears at the internet provider shop.

-I finished my driving lessons and got my driving license. It was obviously not as easy as that, and I am writing a separate post just for the driving license saga.

-I got my alcoholic license!

-I was introduced to the concept of camel racing, and its high-adrenalin TV coverage.

and lots more things I’m sure I’m forgetting right now.

It’s good to be back. And it’ll be even better if there’s still someone out there.

The wedding.

As randomness would have it, my current job sometimes requires for me to volunteer for certain banquets or events. Yesterday was one of those times. I was expecting to be assigned to a World Cup event, but ended up servicing a wedding. A male wedding.

Up until yesterday, I didn’t know that weddings over here are celebrated separately between the female and male sides. The females all gather and talk and dance and sing and eat for hours. And the men do all that aside from the talking, really, in about a quarter of the time. In the end, the bridal party sends the bride off to her new husband, after having given her lots of advice.

World Cup- Dubai style

The one thing I was most sad about for leaving my country was that I was going to miss World Cup fever. Being a complete, unconditional, borderline unhealthy football fanatic, I like to watch every single match, pre-match, match highlight, talkshow, and I’ll admit it .. even the world cup related commercials. So moving to a country that doesn’t have any football tradition, far away from my fellow countrymen supporting the same boys in red, I was apprehensive. Even more so when I realized I have no tv, so no way to watch anything at home.

Thankfully, Dubai never lets one down. This city’s response to one’s World Cup needs is a multitude of locations where one can watch the matches. Most hotels and bars built or created tents, domes, etc, where you can go and comfortably (in the AC) enjoy the beautiful game. Now most of you are probably thinking “why tents? why don’t you just have giant screens in nice outdoors areas like in Europe?”. Well, it’s currently around 46/47 degrees these days, and rising. So to be outdoors is becoming unbearable.

“Kindly do the needful at the earliest”

Since moving here, I’ve noticed my english is slowly turning into something out of either a poor novel or a bollywood film. Or a poor novel made into a bollywood film.

The business standard english for emails is a million miles away from what I’m used to, and I’ve had to adjust. In fact, the title of this post was taken from a real email I received at work. Snazzy, huh?

Apparently, Dubai english is referred to as Dinglish, and there’s lots written about it. It’s “a peculiar mix of broken english, arabic and hindi”. And it just sounds like the cheesiest, most old-fashioned thing ever. I’m sure I’ll pick up a lot more examples in the next months, but so far this is what I’ve come across:

-backside: “You go in backside, Ma’am” -this would be the back entrance, or back alley, or back yard.

-Same-same: “it’s same-same, but different”- when something is kinda the same, but not really.

Dinglish also manifests itself in sentences, in a very odd way of structuring. For example, the other day at my driving school (yes, material for another post..), I saw a sign on a door that read: “Be true to yourself. Close the door gently.”

So be patient, if my posts begin to sound funny.

For more on Dinglish.

Stage 3?

The other night I was on my own having dinner at Almaz (owned by Momo, that Moroccan place in London where I like to go with my writer friend ;) ), and the guys at the table next to me started a conversation. They were Lebanese, both in Dubai for over 5 years. So I explained my newbie status, asked a few questions, we chatted for a bit. Just as I was leaving, one of them tells me, as a goodbye, “…and give Dubai a chance, ok?”. Intrigued, I turned around and asked what he meant, if it was that bad, and he just explained, with a big sigh, that the first few months can be tough and it’s easy to forget the good parts when you’re only reminded of the bad ones.

Thursday afternoon in Madinat Jumeirah

Gold ATM

I’ve been meaning to post this for a while.

In Abu Dhabi, a hotel decided to replace their ATM for a gold-dispensing ATM. You know, for those thursdays night you’re going out and just need to get a gold bar.

Link to the BBC report.

“New hours aimed to stop gardeners staring at female visitors”

The Emirate of Sharjah,  just next door to Dubai, announced this week that they’re shutting down all public parks until 4pm every day. No no ! not because of the heat wave! It’s because apparently the gardeners spend a lot of time staring at the ladies that chose to jog or take their kids for strolls.

From Gulf News: “The municipality cannot accept the responsibility of having its employees staring at women and making them feel uncomfortable,” said Sharjah Municipality Agricultural Department head Yaseen Mohammad.”

Imagine if they did this in Italy or Brazil. Everything would be closed!

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