We’ve reached the end of our first month and Hubby’s snap chat stories still begin with ‘Welcome to Qatar, boys!’

It was also our first Eid away from home and it began with…

A very early Eid Salah.

We’ve successfully puzzled many taxi drivers who can’t figure out why we simply won’t pray across the street. You see, going to a new mosque whenever we can has become a huge source of joy for us. In the UK, it’s very rare to have time off to go to a mosque – you’re lucky if you can pray Jummah in congregation, let alone visit multiple mosques and see architectural masterpieces.

We visited The Grand Mosque (also known as Imam Muhammad Ibn Abdul Wahhab Mosque) not once but twice. Eid salah was at 5am, it was very dark outside and the pictures weren’t doing justice to the mosque. We returned on Friday for Jummah and clicked these:

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Main entrance (men)
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‘My photography’, he keeps reminding me (asymmetrical, I tell him)

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Outdoor water fountains
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The view of the Corniche (facing the entrance/exit)

Connecting with family.

Our day started at 3am UK time so we had to wait a while for our friends and families to wake up.

It was only after speaking to my family and seeing my nieces that it really felt like Eid. The hardest thing about this Eid was not being able to reach out and squeeze my little bubbas. But listening to their stories about school and watching them show me their clothes made me feel like I was right there with them. The Skype and whats app calls continued at intervals through out the day; I thanked Allah s.w.t for it being 2016 and not 1960.

Eid isn’t Eid without…

Food!

Hubby suggested we forego cooking seeing as it was just the two of us, but then it wouldn’t have felt like Eid, right? The Eid menu consisted of: lamb biryani, raita, roast chicken, chicken shorwa, and kheer. And of course, Hubby helped out – he bought cake!

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After the guests left…

We had some friends over to help us finish the food!

By 5pm Hubby had changed into this third outfit (messy eater) while I, in full housewife mode had just finished all the chores. As tempted as I was to keep my plain but comfy jersey abaya on, I was persuaded to dress up:

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That abaya life
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No I’m not hench, those veins are thanks to the heat…

We accompanied our friends to the cultural hub Katara to watch the most spectacular firework display I’ve ever seen. Alexandra Park eat your heart out.

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Straight out of a Shakespeare play and I LOVE it!
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Amphitheatre
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The backdrop of the sky, sea and the smoke from the fireworks looked so surreal!

 

One thing I absolutely love about Qatar is that it is family orientated. Aside from the fireworks there were programs (such as musical shows) happening every night of the week at Katara and various malls. I can’t imagine a better way to spend Eid with your little ‘uns than to go and see all the exciting events taking place. It definitely makes a nice change to dressing up, doing the rounds, and eating as though you’re a pre-Eid bakra.

“Do you miss home, seeing as it’s Eid?”

Everyone asked us the same question and the answer is: no – not really.

Of course there are days when we miss certain things about life back in UK. But it’s more along the lines of: “I wish they had a Virginias out here.”
Notice the ‘out here’? That’s because we’re not willing to trade all the advantages of living in a Muslim country, not even for a spicy chicken burger.

Truth be told, for me Qatar feels more like my home than anywhere else.

 

 

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