My name is Nahla. I am a wife and mother of three children. I have been living in the UK for so many years. My first degree is in English Language. I also earned two Master’s degrees; one in Religious Studies and one in Creative Writing. I started blogging because I love reading and writing; both are more than hobbies for me. I read to learn, to understand, and to improve myself. I write to tell stories, to express my views, and to share my thoughts. I hope you enjoy my blog, and thank you for visiting.
My strategy is; Don’t be skinflint, don’t be spendthrift, and I’m doing my best to stuck to it by following these steps;
Declutter before buying new things for most of the times we need to buy nothing.
Cook often, eat out sometimes.
Keep walking and moving.
There’ s the saying ” An apple a day keeps the doctor away.’ It doesn’t necessarily be an apple but any fruits in general will be much better than junks for the budget.
Any finally be thankful, be grateful and be modest.
Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?
What is your homeland? Your fatherland? Your motherland?
What is your mothertongue language? Your native language?
Do old memories and warm feelings of your country of birth pop into your head every now and then?
If one can frankly answer these questions, I believe this means s/he is patriotic even if one lives too far away, even if one likes the new place, and even if one plans to stay there, too far away.
Do we have to talk, to speak loud to communicate with others? What about prayers? What about drawings? What about eye contact? They all work well in communication, sometimes even better than speaking loud.
One day a friend told me a funny story. It happened that she was talking with her husband about a woman she didn’t like but have to see quite often. She talked her heart about all the things she didn’t like and why. Her son, about nine or eight years, was coming in and out while she was talking, and she oblivious of anything around, put in more and more. A week later, in a social gathering, she met with that woman and others, but to her surpise and shame, her son came to set next to that woman. After exchanging polite greetings, the son told the woman that her mother always talking about her. My friend’s heart almost stopped beating as she looked at her son. For a few seconds, they were looking at each other, silent. Her look was not threatenting, but begging her son. He smiled and said; ”Always good things.”
So, just a pause of silence saved the mother and taught her a valuable life lesson.
Look around either at work, school, university … Why, Just watch the news to see who’s not merely breaking the laws but violating them with full intention and cold blood, and perhaps “unintentionally”.
By the way, I am a law abiding citizen. Praise be to God!
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
Looking back at my life, I can’t help feeling grateful and content. My education, my family, my move to a foreign country, my acquaintance with different people. At some point in my life I had other dreams. Things I wanted so much, and cried deeply for them, but they were not for me. That’s God’s plan and its always the best.
If there is a second part to the tortoise and the hare story in which they will decide to go for another competition, who do you think will win?
While she was thinking, i said in my head the Hare. Surely he would have learned the lesson. He would never think to have a nap under the same tree. No way.
The tortoise, my daughter said and i looked at her surprised.
How? I asked believing the hare would never repeat the same mistake.
The Hare will copy the tortoise and crawl all the way next to her.
Why? I asked still surprised
Because she had won the first race and he thought if he followed her pace, he would too
Any why do you think it did not work with him?
Because his legs hurt. He got different legs to those of the tortoise. So he became very very tired and had some rest under the tree and fell asleep again.
Oh poor hare! Surely he was very disappointed, i said
No, he was not, my daughter said
Why? I asked.
Because he wasn’t himself in the race this time, my daughter said
Don’t understand, i said
He was pretending to be the tortoise but this can’t be. He should be himself, the hare, to win, my daughter said.
Flying in an aeroplane is no longer an adventure. It becomes like getting on a train or a truck or a car, even if the distance you are going is far away.
I’ve just watched something which can be a real adventure; it’s the microlight flight with the birds.
It is miraculous how the birds soar high in groups, have a plan on time, and fly to a specific destination. They migrate to survive and give us, humans, the hope of the new beginning.
And, it will be amazing to share this experience; to fly next to those geese and swans, to stretch your arms, and reach and touch their flying wings.
I read briefly about Christian Moullec; he is one of the pioneers in the microlight flight. It’s interesting to know that the protection of migratory birds was his initial objective of starting the project of these flights.
I wonder whether I’d ever dare go on one, but at least I can imagine how this can be an extraordinary, an unforgettable experience.
I have learned about it, recently. I didn’t even know how to pronounce it. I practised several times, but it’s hard. When I looked it up, I found it’s a German word, more precisely a combination of two German words; Bildung and Roman.
Bildungsroman is a genre of a novel that shows the moral and psychological journey of the protagonist throughout the development of the story. This genre is also known as Coming-of-age which is popular in English literature.
Today I found out that many of the books I like are classified as bildungsroman; for example; Jane Eyre, To kill a mockingbird, Ann of Green Gables, and The secret life of Bees, Bridge to Terabithia, and the Alchemist.
This topic is worth investigating, especially if you are interested in postgraduate studies.
Pure and Simple 