Summer Reading

August – time of vacation, of nothingness, of days spent without timetables and social obligations…
time to read without real purpose, just to the pure pleasure of it.

Some old summer-classics, beautiful Muslim fiction and a new field guide:

Anne Morrow Lindbergh “Gift from the Sea”
Naima B. Robert “She wore red trainers”
Rosamunde Pilcher “The Shell seekers”
Katie Daisy “How to be a Wildflower”

Happy summer days to you!

 

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My Marrakech – enjoying food variety

Marrakech – a moment to change from everyday life in our remote mountains…
for example by enjoying the food variety and the huge range of different tastes we cannot find in the High Atlas… ice-cream, pizza, burger, fast food, slow food, juices, avocados, strawberries, cake, tarts, cheese, cappuccino, … chinese, italian, indian, american, … oh so yummy!!!

 
     

 

Ramadan – with all senses

some natural-, food- and spiritual- inspiration  wishing you all wonderful and blessed last nights of this holy month!

http://tinykitchenvegan.tumblr.com

http://pinchofyum.com 

http://www.theroastedroot.net 

http://www.greenkitchenstories.com 

https://naturallyella.com

http://www.ohladycakes.com 

http://www.sugarfreemom.com 

   

Those who spend their wealth [in Allah ‘s way] by night and by day, secretly and publicly – they will have their reward with their Lord. And no fear will there be concerning them, nor will they grieve. (2:274) 

 

Allah does not charge a soul except [with that within] its capacity. It will have [the consequence of] what [good] it has gained, and it will bear [the consequence of] what [evil] it has earned. “Our Lord, do not impose blame upon us if we have forgotten or erred. Our Lord, and lay not upon us a burden like that which You laid upon those before us. Our Lord, and burden us not with that which we have no ability to bear. And pardon us; and forgive us; and have mercy upon us. You are our protector, so give us victory over the disbelieving people.” (2:286) 

Carnet de Voyage #3

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It’s morning, and nearly all the others are still sleeping. I enjoy these quiet moments in nature, when the day wakes up, when the first light of the sun breaks through and shines on the mountains around –  before my first coffee and before we start to a new hike and new discoveries.

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Today my legs hurt. Yesterday was hard and I really challenged myself. Until now, I maybe didn’t know what my body is capable of achieving, alhamdulillah.
We climbed a high pass of 3000 meters altitude and I really felt it, in my lungs, in my knees, everywhere. I was so occupied with myself, with my weakness, my fatigue, not able to talk or motivate the kids – but in fact they even walked quicker and less tired than I,  when I was just as slow and tired as the old donkey that accompanied us…. But I did it! We did it, mashaallah.

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Carnet de Voyage #1

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… After the high pass we walked down the hill through beautiful landscape with so many different rocks and stones in all colors and shapes.
Down, along the riverbed, were beautiful caves, and so many incredible pebbles and lovely tiny flowers everywhere – a breathtaking small microcosm that invited to focus on the little things. I saw so many heart-shaped stones and had a hard time to stop myself picking up all of them…
We met a young nomad boy who challenged my thinking. He came when we picnicked. He directly asked us for a box of tuna and then stood quiet, observing us, watched with a very intense look and did nearly not answer to any of our questions. He made me thinking what life he leads, up here in the mountains, as a nomad, no schooling, no real housing, not much thigs to eat, wandering around and caring with his family for many sheep and a big goat herd….

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Later we met a nomad woman, Fadma.  She lives near to our first camp with her children, lots of animals, also some camels and dogs. The dogs nearly attacked us, they really got angry and aggressive, barked at us until Fadma stopped them. She invited us in her little stone-house where she lives in the summer months. I was amazed by her gentleness. She was so very unassuming and I immediately felt close to her. I was very happy to be able to communicate so well in Tachelheit (Berber language) and to quickly establish a connection with her. We talked about her living, the children and how to treat some cough naturally. She showed us her living room and kitchen, the little solar bulb and her stock pile of flour and other edible things. She seemed very contented with her life, quiet and unpretentious.

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