The Nomad Mum's Diary

Sunday, April 15, 2007


There comes a time in your life where you have to make a painful decision, to go on or break away. This painting is called "crossroads", inspired by an Indian Sari, it has always been one of my favorite pieces. The saturated red resonated with my fiery nature and the bold geometric shapes seemed to echo my heart's beats. The small intricate writing in yellow contains my favorite poems written non-stop (lest the hand writing varies after breaks) with a size 0 brush. For me it speaks of... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 13, 2007

My big fat Syrian wedding

As some of you are aware, tomorrow is our third wedding anniversary. Every time, the subject of weddings and anniversaries is raised, my mind shoots back to that fateful day: 14 /04/2004. In numerology the number 4 symbolizes order and organization, but we ended up with the most bizarre affair imaginable. Like every girl, I had very particular ideas about what I wanted and what I did not want for my wedding; almost each and every one clashed with what is the accepted way of getting married in... Sign in to see full entry.


"The first step towards freedom is to know that you are not free. Then is created a desire to dream about freedom. One is aware that one is just a slave." from "A Logical logic of the Illogical logic-chopping between Guru and Shishya" This painting is called "Chains". It's also Gouache on paper, and measures about 50X70 cm. Hope you enjoy it Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Something Different for a Change

Dear All, I thought I'd spare you from my daily dose of whining and invite you to see a different side of the Nomad. This is a painting of mine that dates back to 1997.Yes, ten years ago when I was in Libya. As I've mentioned in earlier posts, that place tugs at the strings of my heart and gets me going creatively. I have resumed painting, but still have not produced anything decent, yet. Sharing this painting with you is the first step to remind myself and the world that there is more to me... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The war of the sexes

God help me, I’m supposed to fly to Libya a week from now and my husband still won’t give me “the green light”. It’s not like I need him for anything, I can pay for my own ticket, pack my bags without his assistance and I can get to the airport in Aleppo (180 Km away) on my own, thank you very much. Only it seems the more I stress these facts to my hubby the more he plummets into medieval mode, with talk of me needing his permission and him wanting more time to think about the whole thing. For... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Mid-Eastern Easter

Easter is here, and unlike many of the previous years, the Eastern and Western Churches celebrated it on the same day. Normally, the celebrations of these two factions were one to five weeks apart. When the two Easters fall on different Sundays well wishers have plenty of time to visit friends and family. When they coincide, you end up running around like a headless chicken. There is no such thing as an Easter break in Syria; we get a day off for every Easter which is not much if you have plenty... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 6, 2007

3 stories from the past 2 days.III

I never talk politics, that is the best and only course of action in this part of the world; but I’m making an exception today because I’m finding this hard to understand: See, the Syrian parliamentary election are upon us. I don’t know how often we have those here, but I am certain this time is different. The candidates look nothing like candidates. With the exception of the handful of “the usual suspects”, there is a proliferation of odd surnames and even odder pictures that look like they... Sign in to see full entry.

3 stories from the past 2 days.II

In her April 2 nd post, Proc wrote about invisible people. People that go about their normal everyday jobs without being noticed. Last week I realized that chatting to these invisible folks may not be enough. I was tying up the garbage bag, Adam was watching me wrestling with the black sack and all of a sudden he said: Abu Hassaan. I was puzzled, Hassaan was his aunt’s husband but I could not figure out why he was mentioning him at that particular time. He said it again, I tried to think hard,... Sign in to see full entry.

3 stories from the past 2 days. I

Raising kids demands a delicate balance between discipline and allowing the child to use his own judgment. Yesterday, I doubted MY own judgment. I was making lunch, rushing off my feet as usual, when Adam pointed at the pantry and demanded “makoneh”. There was no time to question him calmly, I just dumped a handful of salt in the boiling water and asked him with little interest “makoneh?”. He repeated the word, this time I forced myself to look in the direction of his outstretched finger, it was... Sign in to see full entry.

A wean-wean situation II

The Webster dictionary defines “wean” as: 1: to accustom (as a young child or animal) to take food otherwise than by nursing. 2: to detach from a source of dependence. Another definition should be added: 3. A merciless process practiced in some parts of the world by which desperate mothers force babies to stop breastfeeding. The key word here is merciless, the idea being that once the mother has decided that she no longer wants to breastfeed, the baby is weaned by hook or by crook; whether the... Sign in to see full entry.

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