Showing posts with label religious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label religious. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Desert Christmas


Photo courtesy of M. Noriega

For some, religion is the most important aspect of the holiday, whilst for others it's an opportunity for families to get together.

Christmas can be a time of presents and parties but also a period of sadness and isolation, especially for OFWs.

Last week we had a party in the desert in time for the HAJ holidays.

Christmas in the Middle East can be hard work.

When I got back from my vacation, I carried with me a Christmas Tree and some decorations which I bought from National Bookstore - Manila. The customs officials tried to impound the tree, saying that this is not allowed in Saudi.

Smuggling a Christmas tree in may seem like harmless reflection on the tough life in Saudi Arabia.

After some gentle persuasion - gentle being the right word as we don't like to push my luck at such a delicate time - he let me off with the tree after I show him my affiliation with a 5-star hotel that I need the tree for the interior design of the hotel.

I feel pretty lucky to be able to bring the tree.

Christmas is different in Saudi Arabia. But life here, on the whole, is OK.

Because we live in a 3-storey apartment with about 40 other Filipinos (including Filipino Muslims), we limit our Christmas activities last night by just sharing food and greet each other from 9:00 to 10:30 pm. After that, everyone went inside their rooms spending more time chatting with their loved ones thru the net. (Fortunately, we were able to get DSL last month.)

In private compounds and campuses, where Christmas and other non-Islamic religious observances were permitted, so long as they were "low-key", some Filipinos, with their families and friends, drove inside as long as they are on the list of the guests at the gate. Roasted turkeys, wines and other merry-making activities were done without any apprehension as long as you won’t drive home drunk in midnight or early morning. It’s better to stay until mid day inside the compound for safety reason.


Today is Christmas Day, and even some of us spent last night discreetly with friends, we have to go back to work.

Merry Christmas to all!!

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Ramadan in Saudi



Saudis are not tolerant to all faiths. Non-Muslims are not required to follow Islamic practices during Ramadan, but there are customs and regulations that should be observed by everybody. It is in this month that observant Muslims refrain from food, drink, smoking and sexual relation from morning till afternoon. And they require expatriates to strictly observe daylight fasting in public and offices.

Ramadan commenced last Thursday and everyone has to endure the anguish of not taking any food or liquid from dawn-till-dusk for 30 days. Muslims will be offended if you intentionally show them that you are taking some food or liquid and worst if they don’t like it, you will end up in jail and receive not less than 20 lashes.

However, some Muslims are considerate with others. If they saw you eating unaware, they won’t bother to call your attention.

My Muslim Jordanian manager is very considerate with us, non-Muslims. During their long praying time (duahs) at noontime, he allows me to take 30 minutes break outside the office which prompted me to take quick lunch.

My office desk is near the reception entrance and 25 meters away is the mosque inside our building, over flown by Muslims during prayer. If I won’t leave before Azhan (announcement of prayer), I will be stuck on my seat and no chance of alleviating my hunger. So during duahs at noon time, I must go out, with a sandwich/ tetra juice kept on my pockets then finds a surreptitious area where I could finish my lunch in 5 minutes. This has been my routine for several years during Ramadan since it is very tough to ignore the hunger pangs.. Fortunately, I haven’t been caught by anyone.

Aside from fasting, Muslims also abstain from any sexual activities, which is a quandary for my friend Roda (Rodel) who was into “pa-booking-sa-mga-Arabo”. Every month, except Ramadan, Roda earns double his salary on this trade. An average of 4 bookings a week made him richer. “Lakas ng loob, tibay ng sikmura at diskarte” are Roda’s cleverness to sustain his being the most-sought prosti in Riyadh. Actually, he’s been in and out of jail for several times, if not for his “sponsor”, allegedly one of his “client”, probably he ended up with so many lashes and face deportation already.

But then, after Ramadan, everybody will be looking forward to a one-week vacation (October 12-18) and most Arabs share their “Hadea” (gift) to people they considered special. This time, Roda confides to me that he is expecting a laptop from Hakeem, a Carrera watch from Fariz and a Damascus necklace from Ahmed because they are Roda’s regular customers for almost 2 years now.

Aside from being so generous, Saudis usually refurbish their houses with new set of furniture, carpets, beds, household items, etc. before Ramadan ends. You can see rolls of used carpets, sofa furniture, etc., outside houses in minor roads (mostly in subdivisions) and if you like to get these stuffs, load them immediately in your car. Don’t delay a little longer and wait for the Baladiah trucks and street cleaners, they are smarter and faster than what you think.

By the way, car accidents usually happen from 5:00pm to 7:00pm on the road as people fast-drove back to their homes very impatiently to catch up for their “Puthol” (break-fast) or Iftar. Last Thursday afternoon, on our way to Aldanah Compound in Nasim District, we have spotted two car accidents in Khurais Road.

Independent eating establishments will not open until sunset; many stay open into the early morning hours.
Saudis are wide awake for their usual daily activities till 3:00AM and you can also expect that streets will not be empty.

Monday, September 3, 2007

In memory of my loving Grandma ….



I know it’s hard to write about the people that we love, especially the ones that are no longer with us. My grandmother has passed away last Thursday and I’m sure she is looking down from heaven right now, saying ‘don’t worry my grandson, I’m fine with the Lord.’


I grew up with the blessings of my grandmother’s love.

I was not sure if I should share to the world on the topic of my beloved Grandmother. She was great and what I a today, is because I learned so much from her.

Sabi nila, takbuhan ng mga bata ang kanilang lola kung may tampo sila sa kanyang mga magulang… sa mga lola din sila naghahanap ng kakampi kung napapagalitan ang mga ito.

Madalas mangyari ang maagang pag-aasawa o ang pagtatanan ng isang anak ang siyang nagiging dahilan ng samaan ng loob sa pamilya, lalong-lalo na ang relasyon ng ina sa kanyang anak. Minsan humahantong sa matinding away at sumpang nabibitawan. Ilang beses na ba nating narinig ang kuwento at nakikita ang mga pangyayari na lumalambot ang puso ng isang ina kapag nasilayan na niya ang kanyang apo. Sa bandang huli, mas higit pa ang nararamdamang saya ng pagiging lola ng isang ina sa kanilang tahanan.


She told me that I was one of her treasures. I am her first boy grand-child, but she had a way of making us all feel like we were loved the most.


Naranasan ko ang pag-aalaga niya. Tingin ko, parang napapantay na siya ang pagmamahal ng aking ina..o mas sobra pa...

That was security to me.

Sa tuwing mapapagalitan ako ng aking mga magulang, sa kanya ako tumatakbo para humingi ng saklolo… para maghanap ng kakampi… magsumbong at hingin na pagalitan ang aking ina dahil sa pagpalo ng walis tingting sa akin…

Sa kanya ako humihingi ng pera pag kulang ang baon ko..

Pag hindi ko gusto ang pagkain sa bahay, doon ako sa kanya kakain at nagpapalipas ng oras na ikinakagalit naman lagi ng ina ko …

Sa madaling salita, spoiled-brat ako sa kanya.

Kahit minsan may pagka-salbahe ako noong bata pa ako,pero hindi ko naranasan na pinagbuhatan niya ako ng kamay o saktan ako..

I usually sat on her lap and I liked the way she lay a hand on my hair that made me feel sleep comfortably..

Lumaki akong mapalad sa pagmamahal ng aking ina at ng aking lola…kaya naman mas gugustuhin ko pang gugulin ang oras ko sa kanila kaysa sa iba..

Lahat ng gawaing bahay nila ay kasali ako lagi.. sa pagluluto… sa pagtatahi ng butas ng damit... sa paglilinis ng bahay... at kung anu-ano pa. (Siguro nga ganito ako, dahil sa impluwensya nila at wala akong pinagsisisihan, bagkus labis ang pasasalamat ko sa kanila)

“Kailangan mong matuto ng mga gawaing bahay dahil kailangan mo iyan kung sakaling nag-iisa ka”… ito ang salitang laging sinasabi ng Lola ko habang minamasdan ko siyang nag luluto…


Totoo, sa nakaraan ko at sa kasalukuyan, utang ko sa kanila ang mabuhay ng mag-isa at walang inaasahang iba pagdating sa gawaing bahay. Naipagmamalaki ko ang aking natutunan sa pagluluto, paglilinis atbp sa mga kasamahan ko ditto sa ibang bansa.. na kung hindi dahil sa ina’t lola ko, malamang umaasa ako sa iba.

Dahil sa layo ng trabaho ko simula ng magtapos ako ng kolehiyo at hanggang ngayong na ako’y nasa ibang bansa, madalang ko nang nakikita ang lola ko sa probinsya.

Minsan umuwi ako sa amin, pinasyalan ko siya.. Dahil sa katandaan nagkaroon siya ng Alzemier’s disease. Bihira na siyang makapagsalita at hindi na niya matandaan kung sino ang mga tao sa paligid niya.

Pero ng bumisita ako sa kanya, wala akong narinig sa salita sa kanya, pero nababasa ko sa mata niya na ang gusto niyang sabihin..”Apo ko, miss na kita.... bakit ngayon ka lang?... Nakita ko ang luhang tumulo sa kanyang mga nangungusap na mga mata sa akin..alam ko, gusto niyang magsalita at igalaw ang kanyang mga kamay para yakapin ako...gusto niyang muling humiga ako sa kanyang mga hita at haplusin ako sa ulo gaya ng ginagawa niya sa akin noong bata pa ako...”

Hindi ko namalayan, nag umpisa na ring tumulo ang luha ko.. “Lola, sorry ha.. ngayon lang kita nadalaw...”.. Niyakap ko siya ng mahigpit at sa tibok ng kanyang puso, ramdam ko ang kasiyahan niya ng makita ako...

Alam ko kahit hindi niya ako narinig at naaala-ala, sa puso niya, nakikilala at alam niya na ako ang nasa harap niya...

Pagkalipas ng ilang araw, bago ako umalis ng Pilipinas, dumaan ako sa kanya at tila ang paghalik ko sa kamay niya para magpaalam ay nagsasabing “Apo, nasa iyo ang panalangin ko at bendisyon na gagagabayan ka ng Panginoon. Ito na marahil ang huli nating pagkikita, pero makakaasa ka na babantayan kita lagi”...

Iyon ang ibig niyang ipahiwatig sa akin at alam ko naman na anumang oras ay maari na niya kaming iwan dahil sa sobra-sobra na ang oras na inibigay ng Panginoon sa amin para pakapiling siya.

Sa edad na siyamnapu, ang dami na niyang ginawa para sa kanyang pamilya, dumami na ang angkan namin at halos hindi na niya maalala kung ilan ang apo niya at mga apo sa tuhod. Kaya alam ko sa pagpanaw niya kahapon, masaya siya dahil tumagal ang buhay niya kapiling ang kanyang pamilya...

Hindi ko man masilayan sa huling pagkakataon ang kanyang mga labi, alam ko, gaya ng dati, mauunawaan niya ang kalagayan ko...

She was such blessings to me. I wish every child could have love like that.

To Lola Sela....may you rest in peace!

Friday, July 13, 2007

Why Friday the 13th Is Unlucky

Paraskevidekatriaphobia: Fear of Friday the 13th
"Friday 13th is unlucky for some. The risk of hospital admission as a result of a transport accident may be increased by as much as 52 percent. Staying at home is recommended."
Paraskevidekatriaphobics — people afflicted with a morbid, irrational fear of Friday the 13th — must be pricking up their ears just now, buoyed by seeming evidence that their terror may not be so irrational after all. But it's unwise to take solace in a single scientific study — the only one of its kind, so far as I know — especially one so peculiar. I suspect these statistics have more to teach us about human psychology than the ill-fatedness of any particular date on the calendar.
Friday the 13th - The Most Widespread Superstition?
The sixth day of the week and the number 13 both have foreboding reputations said to date from ancient times, and their inevitable conjunction from one to three times a year portends more misfortune than some credulous minds can bear. Some sources say it may be the most widespread superstition in the United States. Some people won't go to work on Friday the 13th; some won't eat in restaurants; many wouldn't think of setting a wedding on the date.
Just how many Americans at the turn of the millennium still suffer from this condition? According to Dr. Donald Dossey, a psychotherapist specializing in the treatment of phobias (and coiner of the term "paraskevidekatriaphobia"), the figure may be as high as 21 million. If he's right, eight percent of Americans are still in the grips of a very old superstition.
Exactly how old is difficult to say, because determining the origins of superstitions is an imprecise science, at best. In fact, it's mostly guesswork.
13: The Devil's Dozen
It is said: If 13 people sit down to dinner together, all will die within the year. The Turks so disliked the number 13 that it was practically expunged from their vocabulary (Brewer, 1894). Many cities do not have a 13th Street or a 13th Avenue. Many buildings don't have a 13th floor. If you have 13 letters in your name, you will have the devil's luck (Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Bundy and Albert De Salvo all have 13 letters in their names). There are 13 witches in a coven.
Anathema
Other sources speculate that the number 13 may have been purposely vilified by the founders of patriarchal religions in the early days of western civilization because it represented femininity. Thirteen had been revered in prehistoric goddess-worshiping cultures, we are told, because it corresponded to the number of lunar (menstrual) cycles in a year (13 x 28 = 364 days). The "Earth Mother of Laussel," for example — a 27,000-year-old carving found near the Lascaux caves in France often cited as an icon of matriarchal spirituality — depicts a female figure holding a cresent-shaped horn bearing 13 notches. As the solar calendar triumphed over the lunar with the rise of male-dominated civilization, it is surmised, so did the number 12 over the number 13, thereafter considered anathema.
On the other hand, one of the earliest concrete taboos associated with the number 13 — a taboo still observed by some superstitious folks today, evidently — is said to have originated in the East with the Hindus, who believed, for reasons I haven't been able to ascertain, that it is always unlucky for 13 people to gather in one place — say, at dinner. Interestingly enough, precisely the same superstition has been attributed to the ancient Vikings (though I have also been told, for what it's worth, that this and the accompanying mythographical explanation are apocryphal). The story has been laid down as follows:
Loki, the Evil One
Twelve gods were invited to a banquet at Valhalla. Loki, the Evil One, god of mischief, had been left off the guest list but crashed the party, bringing the total number of attendees to 13. True to character, Loki raised hell by inciting Hod, the blind god of winter, to attack Balder the Good, who was a favorite of the gods. Hod took a spear of mistletoe offered by Loki and obediently hurled it at Balder, killing him instantly. All Valhalla grieved. And although one might take the moral of this story to be "Beware of uninvited guests bearing mistletoe," the Norse themselves apparently concluded that 13 people at a dinner party is just plain bad luck.
As if to prove the point, the Bible tells us there were exactly 13 present at the Last Supper. One of the dinner guests — er, disciples — betrayed Jesus Christ, setting the stage for the Crucifixion.
Bad Friday
It is said: Never change your bed on Friday; it will bring bad dreams. Don't start a trip on Friday or you will have misfortune. If you cut your nails on Friday, you cut them for sorrow. Ships that set sail on a Friday will have bad luck – as in the tale of H.M.S. Friday ... One hundred years ago, the British government sought to quell once and for all the widespread superstition among seamen that setting sail on Fridays was unlucky. A special ship was commissioned, named "H.M.S. Friday." They laid her keel on a Friday, launched her on a Friday, selected her crew on a Friday and hired a man named Jim Friday to be her captain. To top it off, H.M.S. Friday embarked on her maiden voyage on a Friday, and was never seen or heard from again.
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Sunday, June 17, 2007

My Guardian Angel.. ROCHEL


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Guardians are the Angels that are assigned to a particular human being. Our own Personal Guardian Angel! They join us at birth and helps move over into the other world when we part the earthly plane. They defend us when we’re in trouble, guide us in the right direction according to our life plan, give us small insights into how things are, and inspire us to live better lives. Our Guardian Angels are constantly in touch with any and all of the angels. They pass messages along to the relevant parties, if we ask for help from our Guardian Angel, they assist us, and call on other angels too for help.


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Although the Church has never defined that every individual soul has a guardian angel, I am sure between me and God is a guardian angel who has a mission to fulfill for me at all times.

Angels do not only act as the executors of God’s wrath against the ‘cities of the plain’, it is clearly stated in the Old Testament that angels are God’s ministries who carried out his behest and who were at times given special commissions regarding men and mundane affairs.


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My angel’s name is Rochel (the fifth angel of the Angels) …

He governs fame, fortune and inheritance. He rules over magistrates and lawyers. Rochel also brings the light to find what we have lost, or what was stolen, and to discover the thieves.

As my guardian angel, he enlightens my mind so that I may find what I have lost, that’s why I get rid of the burden of the past, and reconsider what is available at present . Rochel gives me strength to stop playing different roles in order to find my true self. I discover that I have strength and talents which I didn’t even suspect when I was a kid.

Rochel wants me to discover qualities that will lead me to success and personal harmony and he wants me to use it to help others without bragging anything.

Rochel always reminds me to be creative and productive. Although I cannot control my being so sensitive sometimes, he helps me to be imaginative, yet pragmatic, loyal and dependable, just like what he does to Mikhail Gorbachev, Alexander Graham Bell, Rex Harrisson and Jean Harlow.