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Safety comes last

Asalaam aleikum wa rachmatullah wa barakatu,
I’m furious.

I come from a country where ‘Safety’ is important, it is an important subject in parliament. In the Netherlands they have laws to keep the citizens safe. Parents do everything they can to keep their children safe. Now I live in a country where ‘Safety’ has the lowest priority. In parliament they just care about pleasing the president, keeping him safe, not about the people living in the country. And 99% of the Egyptians live with the motto “it will never happen to us.” They don’t see dangers and to be frank, they simply don’t give a flying f*ck. 

It is hard for me to live in a country like this. It is hard to watch others put themselves, or worse, their children at danger. 

I’ve seen builders working without any protection. If you’d see the scaffolding they use for building houses, it will give you the shivers. I’ve seen welders, welding without a protective mask. 

I’ve seen pregnant women, who just been to their prenatal checkup, getting on a motorcycle with their husband. Wearing abaya’s (long black dresses), and ofcourse no helmets. I’ve seen entire families on Just one bike. 

In Egypt, safety belts are just for decoration. Only the driver will put it when he’ll pass a police checkpoint. And as soon as they pass the checkpoint, the belt goes off again. Children are allowed to sit without any belt or seat in the car, it is perfectly ok to sit in the front seat aswell. 

There are many more examples i could give you about the lack of safety in this country. My husband sometimes jokes about it, saying that this is how they make their children strong. But we both know it’s nothing more then ignorance. The worst part is that he and his family do exactly the same. 

Like everyone else they live with the motto “it will never happen to us”. No matter how many times I warn them, they don’t listen. No matter how many videos of car crashes I show them, they won’t wear seatbelts. I can keep myself safe, I’m probability the only one in Egypt actually wearing a seatbelt. I can keep my daughter safe. But I’m not always there, she spends alot of time with her family. They take care of her when I want to rest, and I’m grateful for that.

But today I heard my fourteen months old, most of the time sits in the back of the car, alone, without a carseat or belt. I felt so angry. I cried because I felt like a bad mom for not knowing this, for letting my daughter go with them. They kept telling me “we drive slowly” and “it’s very nearby.” They obviously think they are the only one on the road, and it drives me crazy. 

I’m sure everyone will tell me “don’t let them take her, don’t leave her alone with them.” But things are not that simple here in Egypt. Believe me I feel like a terrible mother. But I don’t want to make enemies of them, I want to educate them. I’ll continue doing that, and I pray one day they will see that I am right. 

Just remember that over eighty years ago, people in the west were exactly the same. They didn’t know about safety and didn’t care, but they learned. Egypt is slow, mostly because the current leaders keep them behind, but I believe one day it will become better. 

Pray with me.

In the Navy!

A salaamu aleikum was rachmatullah wa barakatu,

Before I continue, I’m really sorry I don’t write that much on my blog. I have difficulty thinking of ideas to write about. So if you have suggestions, please share them with me!

Yesterday my husband reminded me of the work I used to do, a job I really loved. Before I studied social work, I actually was a painter, not the you’d hire to decorate your home or one who’d paint a portrait for you. I could though, but that wasn’t my job, I was a specialist in gilding, wood and marble imitations and Trompe-l’oeil (French for deceive the eye). I’m not saying I was amazing, but I did have those skills.

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Bye bye little Jabba

As salaamu aleikum wa rachmatullah wa barakatuh,

Down of you might remember telling you about having gallstones, I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before. The past six months I’ve had serious problems because of them and the doctor had already suggested I’d have my gallbladder removed. I immediately said “yes”, but for my husband it wasn’t that easy to accept. 

For weeks, months even I kept complaining about the pain. I kept asking him to take me to a surgeon, but he didn’t want me to go. Not because he thought it wasn’t necessary, not even because it would cost much money, but because he felt worried. He was more worried about the surgery, then I was. Finally he did take me to a surgeon, who also told us that it was better to have it removed, finally my husband accepted it was really necessary. So last month, on thirteenth of December I went to hospital. 

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A tribute to Doopie

Asalaamu aleikum wa rachmatullah wa barakatu,

It saddens me to announce the untimely death of our beloved Doopie. It has been a difficult decision, but to end his pain and suffering he has been put to sleep. 

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My dearest readers, I truly am feeling sad. Doopie was the best cat anyone could wish. He loved everyone, he never got angry, not even when you tried to annoy him. He’d follow you every where, if he could he’d join you in the bathroom, to sit on your lap while you pooped. 

Home is where my cat is.

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He always had a good mood, he’d love to sit in things.. Or on things, like your homework!

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He loved Christmas

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He loved to lay around and sleep on your lap

pixlr_20161217160010360pixlr_20161217155820343Leaving him in Holland broke my heart, I cried the day I brought him to my mom. Because; Home is where my cat is. And now he’s gone. 

The worst part is that my daughter will never meet him, she will never know how sweet and crazy he was. I’ll miss him.

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Goodbye Sweet Doopie

A salaam aleikum wa rachmatullah wa barakatuh,

Believe it or not, but yesterday I reached my goal! I wrote 50.000 words within 30 days, 27 days to be exact, not counting the days I didn’t write.

I never thought I’d reach my goal, to be honest I thought I’d give up halfway through. Having an 9 month old daughter takes alot of my attention but I still managed to do it. But my ‘novel’ isn’t finished, it will probably never finish except if I kill-off my main character. That will be difficult though, Nairians, the alien race I created,  get quite old.

The wonderful thing about creating your own alien race. Is that you can write anything you want. Compared to humans it doesn’t make any sense but my character isn’t human, is she? Nothing is impossible, so keep that in mind while I continue to tell you about Nimara’s story.
So what happened? As I told you before I used the storyline of deep space nine as my guide. So everything that happened from season 1 till halfway through season 3 happened, but through the eyes of Nimara.

In my last post I wrote about her reaching puberty, and if you read my first NaNoWriMo-post you’d know she’s atleast over thirty (earth)years old. Female nairians that reach puberty and become fertile will go through a mating cycle (in heat) every two months. Which only ends if they mate, lucky for Nimara is that there are holosuites on board of the station. Her good friend doctor Bashir, also created a drug she could take to suppress her urges so she could resume working. But what if she’s not on the station, she didn’t have her drug and there’s just one male around? Yeah, you guessed right, she got pregnant. Feeling ashamed of what happened she didn’t tell anyone she was pregnant, but after just two months it started to show. Nairian pregnancies are just six months, so Nim couldn’t deny it any more. But it was still a mystery, because no one knew who the father was, not even the father himself. Now he knows, I made her tell the truth, also her closest friend knows but no one else. If anyone would know, it would in danger her and her child. I guess you wonder why… Maybe I’ll tell you some other time.


 “I see the auto-destruct program has begun.  You are in trouble. Where’s Commander Sisko?  I trust he wasn’t vaporized while asking for one of those raktajinos he’s so fond of.”  Dukat grins. “No… the last we heard, he was trapped in the ore processing unit.”  Nim yells from behind the console. “Nimara, I’m so glad you weren’t vaporized” “thank you Dukat, you are such a charm.. Can you help us, or not?” she replies with some irritation. “Oh, most certainly.  All I have to do is enter my command code and shut the program.” Nim can’t see him but she can imagine him smiling right now. “Then do it!”  she hears Kira yell from the other side of the room. “All in good time, Major.  But first, there are a few things we should discuss.” he seem to be walking again “Red leaf tea, please.” they can hear the replicator starting and the shooting suddenly stops. Nim can hear someone moving,  “doctor..” dukat says and the shooting continues again. “What is it you want, Dukat?” Kira yells furiously. “You’ll find I don’t respond well to that tone of voice, Major.” then suddenly he’s standing in front of Nim and Garak grinning “Ah, Garak… groveling in a corner.  That alone makes the trip worthwhile.” he laughs. Then suddenly Garak stands up “Garak!”  she yells and lets go of his hand.  “it would seem that the computer is only targeting non-Cardassians after all.” Garak says confident and he’s right. The blasts do avoid him. “If you’d been on the station when I designed this program I would have made an exception in your case” dukat says with contempt. “You’ve always been shortsighted… it’s held you back over the years.” Garak replies smiling. Nim suddenly gets an idea, the blasts avoid cardassian’s so maybe… And she starts to rise up, Garak wants to hold her down but she’s determined.  The blasts avoid her. Dukat and Garak are surprised “well there’s some cardassian in you after all”  Dukat says with a grin. “It seems that way” she replies while looking at Bashir who knows that Dukat is right.


I’d love to hear what you think of my deep space nine fanfiction. And did you reach the goal of 50.000 words?

NaNoWriMo halfway through update

A salaam aleikum wa rachmatullah wa barakatuh,
Time for a halfway through update. It’s now the 15th of November and I’ve passed the 25.000 words on my Deep Space Nine fanfiction! So let me te you how it’s been going so far.

I never thought I’d be on schedule, like I told you in my previous post I expected to have to much distraction from my daughter, husband and in laws. But elhamdullilah it turns out I’m doing pretty well.

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NaNoWriMo

A salaam aleikum wa rachmatullah wa barakatuh,
Have you ever heard of NaNoWriMo? What if I tell you it’s short for ‘National Novel Writing Month‘? I never heard of it until my sister mentioned it last year. The general idea is that in the thirty days of November you write a novel of fifty thousand words (or more). For publication or (like me) just for fun. My sister knows I love writing, so this year she send me an invitation to join NaNoWriMo this year, and I’ve decided to give it a try.

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Luxor: Day 8, going back home

A salaam aleikum wa rachmatullah wa barakatuh, 
After a week of freedom, fun and relaxation it was time to go back. Of course I missed my husband, he was supposed to be with us this week but his father didn’t want to give him a week off from work. So I was happy to see my husband again, but not to go home. Being home means sitting inside all day, rarely being able to go outside.

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Luxor: Day 7, A day trip to Aswan

Asalaamu aleikum wa rachmatullah wa barakatuh, 
Today we had another busy day, our friend suggested we’d go to Aswan. This is a city near the highdam,  it’s usually the last stop when you do a Nile cruise. I’d also been there three times before, and everytime by boat. But today we would go by car.

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