What I've settled on is Peter Borg's freeware text editor Smultron, written in Objective-C Quit and restart), which put me in the hunt for a substitute.
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Intel Mac from PowerPC a few months ago broke the application (it Unfortunately, it's no longer being developed, and moving to an Store material in discrete notes that can be quickly accessed from aĬolumn list of titles. (important when you work on small laptops) and the happy facility to NotePad Deluxe offers the advantages of having a compact interface Transient research data for work-in-progress articles and news stories. Mini-database/notepad application called Notepad Deluxe as a place to park and organize This year, that memory will be a handful of smultron for suhur, bringing together Sweden, summer, strawberries – and Ramadan.įor more on Ramadan, and to read the rest of the posts in MMW’s Ramadan 2012 series, click here.For the past dozen years or so, I've used a little I recently went into a crystal souvenir shop in Stockholm with a Swedish convert friend to buy a gift, and we noticed the display with Islamic art and jewellery, as the shopkeeper there greeted us with Ramadan Kareem.Įvery time we move to a new place, traditions merge with what is there and produce a new memory. It wasn’t the same as “back home,” my parents said, where the a cappella adhan song echoed across the city, and you knew everyone was breaking the fast together, and felt the sense of community that this inspires.Īnd yet, you can find a sense of community in the most unexpected places. Towards the end of the month the batteries ran out, and we didn’t replace them. I remember one Ramadan we bought an adhan clock so we would hear the call to prayer as we broke our fast, recreating the Ramadan we had the year before in Egypt. In fact, food in general is taken seriously – and for more on that, see my Libyan food blog, and check out the Ramadan tag. In Libya, cookies are taken very seriously. Then there are the Eid cookies, which in Libya are made communally, neighbors and friends getting together during the last five days of Ramadan, and making trays and trays of cookies, from the traditional such as magrood and ghrayba to the new inventions every year. Unless, of course, we have guests – which demands a table groaning under the weight of the food and a moratorium on cooking the next day.Īfter the iftar, its time for Arabic coffee with Ramadan sweets: kunafa, or qatayef, or fritters in syrup known as lugmet al qadi – in our family, these honeyed sweets are only ever eaten during Ramadan, a rule which is adhered to strictly, as though making them some other time of the year would go against the laws of nature. Everything has to be a calibrated amount to avoid food piling up in the fridge – extravagant iftars equal leftovers, since people tend not to eat much after fasting for twenty hours. Alongside this, there is at least one kind of stuffed pastry burek, or the Libyan speciality of mubatan, potato wedges stuffed with minced meat. Then we pray and sit down for the self-explanatory aromatic Libyan soup. Which, though an unsettling way to grow up, gave me the advantage of having lived for years in my country of origin, experiencing Ramadan amidst the hustle and bustle of a large extended family, and getting acquainted with the Ramadan siesta, sleeping the afternoons away on mattresses with the wooden shutters closed except for a chink allowing a single ray of sunlight into the room.Įvery iftar begins with dates and milk, bseisa and huwera, and if we’re really making an effort, khushaf and the thirst-quenching qamar al din. My family went through this cycle of immigration, living abroad, and returning – and then we repeated it. This year, many grandmothers will stop asking that question, as families and friends we have known over the years are returning in a homeward bound wave to Libya after over two decades abroad, planning on building their lives there now that Gaddafi is gone. Along with my glass of tea and almonds, I would get the chiding question: ”When are you all coming home?”
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This was the wisdom offered by elderly women, full of life and wrinkles, who commandeered the tea ceremony in my grandmother’s home. Otherwise, we have been living “barra” as people say in Libya – abroad, in the diaspora, or, to translate barra literally, “outside.” There is a proverb I heard constantly growing up: “Ya bani fi gheir bladak, la leik wa la li awladak” – you who builds in a country not your own, it is not yours and it won’t be for your children. So far in my life, I’ve lived in two countries in the Arab world where Ramadan announces itself with neon lights, empty streets at sunset and everyone staying up till dawn.
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