Oh, hey guys. (Idk what she’s doing) #reunited #shetoldmetodoit
Class assembled in front of a thatched one-room school building, 1890s, State Archives of Florida
When mom’s gone, dad experiments with his culinary skills and I get to try all his new recipes. Today for lunch he made: beef stew. 😊❤😊 #daddysgirl #alhamdulilah #family #fambam #delicious #instafood
Warak Dawali kinda night. The tedious process is tasty at the end. Alhamdulilah. #instafood #palestinianfood #grapeleaves
Let them live
"The Muslims were defeated in Uhud because of one sin, and we want victory while we have many sins!"
- Shaykh al-Uthaymeen
Toddler @moe.ahmad took zabihah hand slaughtering very seriously. Had to see it through. #hilarious #socute
How exciting! 🙆 Rare to find hand slaughtered. In addition to that, they make their own pita bread in front of customers in their brick oven! (& meat pies, too :)) #zabihah #halal #thatswhatimtalkingabout
"The fighting got very bad. When I left Syria to come here, I only had $50. I was almost out of money when I got here. I met a man on the street, who took me home, and gave me food and a place to stay. But I felt so ashamed to be in his home, that I spent 11 hours a day looking for jobs, and only came back to sleep. I finally found a job at a hotel. They worked me 12 hours a day, for 7 days a week. They gave me $400 a month. Now I found a new hotel now that is much better. I work 12 hours per day for $600 a month, and I get one day off. In all my free hours, I work at a school as an English teacher. I work 18 hours per day, every day. And I have not spent any of it. I have not bought even a single T-shirt. I’ve saved 13,000 Euro, which is how much I need to buy fake papers. There is a man I know who can get me to Europe for 13,000. I’m leaving next week. I’m going once more to Syria to say goodbye to my family, then I’m going to leave all this behind. I’m going to try to forget it all. And I’m going to finish my education." (Erbil, Iraq)
"One day I drove into the city to buy goods for my shop. I repaired antennas and satellite dishes, so I needed some replacement parts. But on the road there was a checkpoint for the Syrian government, and two soldiers came up to my car. They began to argue with each other. ‘Let’s take him,’ said one of them.
'Let him go,' said the other. And they went back and forth, and back and forth. But finally the first man won the argument, and they took me out of my car, put a blindfold on me, and took me to jail. When I got to the jail, they began beating me with a cord. They asked me if I supported the rebels. I kept saying 'No,' but they kept beating me. They took off all my clothes. They said: 'We are going to whip you 35 times, and if you say 'ouch,' we will start from the beginning. They whipped me and kicked me and broke 3 of my ribs.
They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers you’ve killed.’
I said: ‘None.’
They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers!”
I said: ‘None. I haven’t killed anyone.’
But they kept beating me and they ripped off my toenails and I screamed: ‘Eleven! Eleven! I killed eleven soldiers!’ So they put me into prison. But I never killed any soldiers. I never fought anyone. I’m a good person. I have a very sweet heart. You believe me when I tell you this, don’t you?”
(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)
"What are your hopes for them?"
"We left our hopes back in Syria."
(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)
"He lived with his mother in Gaza when he was very young. One night, I talked to him on the phone before bedtime, and he told me he was wearing three pairs of pants to bed. I said: ‘Three pairs of pants? Why aren’t you in your pajamas?’ He told me: ‘Because I want my body to hold together if a bomb falls on me.’" (Petra, Jordan)