Wide Earth Smallholding

Wide Earth Smallholding

And Allaah has made for you the earth a wide expanse.(Qur'aan- 71:19)

Cocooning

Alhamdulillah, we have always focused on our family, working to make it a strong, cohesive unit, striving to plant our children’s feet firmly on the path to righteousness, knowledge, and understanding. This fall we enrolled the children in school, but now most are back home again, learning and growing, and I am thankful for that.

The blogosphere is full of articles about spending “quality time” as a family. It’s sad that anyone has to write about that at all, as all the time spent together should be “quality time.” Even the idea of having to set aside a certain amount of time a week- most of them are not even daily- is a strange concept to me. We spend most of our time together, talking, working, planning, dreaming, doing, cocooning…and I wouldn’t trade that for anything, mash’Allaah!

Last night during our evening gathering time I read the children a poem about Autumn by a contemporary woman poet. I suggested that they draw a picture or write their own poem- or both- afterwards, and then we shared them with each other. Baby Asmaa made a beautiful collage of fall colors as bright as the leaves coating our lawn outside. Mu’aadh used bold, strong marker strokes to create a Fall scene that was stark and dynamic at the same time. Maryam colored a lovely Autumn scene in which the sky was full of twirling, dancing leaves. Nusaybah’s naked tree was framed by a heart, while Juwairiyah’s drawing used s few pencil strokes to lend age to the trees and create skies clad in iron gray.

I couldn’t get the pictures to load for this post, but I want to share their poems with you.

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Juwairiyah, Age 15:

fallen leaves whisper
“summer is gone.”
The geese fly in a
raucus “v”
mourning summer.
The frigid wind
whips ’round corners,
moaning, moaning,
mourning summer.
Summer is mourned;
yet
here lies a chipmunk
warm in the breast of
the earth
his striped sides rise
and fall with gentle breath.
Here is a grandmother,
rocking, rocking, close
by the crackling fire
She watches the flames
bright blue eyes in
silent peace.
Here is an old tree
her blood growing
quiet as she awaits
the sparkling snows,
her feet warm in
fallen leaves.
Autumn sunlight
flickers, butter
pale;
the sky awaits.

Nusaybah, Age 13:

Autumn, the season of mist and mellow fruit fullness

Until we see, we can not understand

The trees in their Autumn beauty

Under the October twilight, the water

Mirrors the still sky

Now the woodland path has a layer of history of

another fall gone by

Maryam, Age 8:

lightly rustling leaves in the soft breeze

leaves are falling ready to sleep

in the Winter soft and deep.

The ground will be colorful

with soft, dewy leaves.

Soft winds fly across the green

flowing meadow.

Authors write and artists draw

enjoying Fall’s severe beauty.

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Do you have any thoughts on Autumn? Family time? Please share them below!

 

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10 comments

  1. This really sounds like a nice bread recipe mashallah. I’ve made bread before but it was dense and firm. I will the sponge method as I prefer a more fluffy textured bread inshallah. Keep up the good work Sukhailah! Looking forward to your next recipe inshallah. Umm Hurayrah

    1. Assalamu Alaykum, Umm Hurayrah, Jazak Allahu khayran. We missed you around here! Come stay with us and I’ll show you in person how to make bread. That would be fun!

  2. How great it sounds!! Congratulations, Sukhailah, not only on making the bread, but writing up the recipe. I have not been a great bread maker in my ‘cooking life’. But your recipe makes me want to try. All parts of recipe sound fantastic–especially the end when family participants don’t allow it to cool properly!! Way to go!!
    Congratulations again. Nana.

    1. Nana, thank you so much.
      It really is easy and fun. When you are here, let’s see if you can let it cool!

  3. “Yeast fallen bread.” Very funny! Interesting that stick-shaped loaves were called “roti” — Urdu speakers use that term for bread in general, but typically mean some form of flatbread.

    1. Assalamu Alaykum,
      Well, really! Little flat, puckered patties. Not too appetizing.
      It’s interesting in Yemen, because every kind of bread has it’s own specific name. Sometimes you can hardly tell the difference between them, but you must take their word for it, and quickly jab your finger at one, and say, yeah, well, that one, whatever it is!

  4. I love the smell of fresh bread baking, since my bread dosen’t always come out fluffy I must try this sponge method, it sounds really good, especially with the butter and honey! Umm, wish I was there to help with the “attack of the warm bread!” looking forward to your next recipe, keep ’em coming.

  5. Sukhailah, I remember my first try at bread. I was pregnant with Mujaahid’s Dad and wanted so much to learn how to can vegetables and bake bread. My Mom had never done it and my grandmother tried over the phone, but that only went so far. Mostly, I just got, “Why would you want to do something like that!” So just like you by trial and error, I finally was able to supply all of our bread needs with my baking. I have not been back there for a very long time, but your recipe and perseverance have inspired me, and I am going to try a batch this weekend! Love, Thurayah

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