Tiggy…the Australian slang for the kids game of tag, or chasey was the other name we called this frenetic running and squealing pursuit to catch each other. An energetic romp that seemed to dispense with the wriggly energy needing to erupt after sitting at rigid wooden desks, hearing the scratch of chalk on the blackboard while inhaling its fine dust. Blog tags seem to lack fizz in comparison so I have given myself the liberty to ramble a bit with this game of tiggy.
All three primary schools I went to were sturdy red brick buildings. On finding these two photos from a google search, of the first and the last primary school I attended, it seems not much has changed in so many decades. Early school memories still occupy a vibrant space of happiness and joy within my saved files. I could never comprehend why so many cried when left at the door. Each day meant adventure and discovery, beginning with negotiating the huge step up for a tiny not-yet five year old on the green rattling tram, with the exhilarating wind tossing wispy curls as we journeyed along a road lined with more red brick architecture.
This was the year of learning the rules of tiggy, marbles, cherry bobs, swap cards, skippy, Mr Wolf, star jumps and stealing! A vivid chapter indeed! It was towards the end of the year when a Christmas tree was set up in the classroom with the request for children to bring gifts to hang on it for the ‘poor’. It seems I was not content with what I had been given to contribute so I ‘innocently’ took a piece of red paper money from my mothers purse. It was a huge amount at the time, and all I knew was that it was ‘big’ money, not the small change given to put in our money box.
I went to a shop near school and brought two small dolls in a the cutest of little baskets. One doll was black, the other white. I loved this so much, that I also got one for myself as well as one for the Christmas tree, and hid the change under a crystal cabinet at home. I had no idea of the value of what I had spent or what was remaining. But I was soon to realize the pain associated with this foray into robbing for the sake of the poor and pandering to my own whims! My father’s fascinating and deft actions with his shaving strap suddenly revealed a totally different function!
I spent the most time in this school. A beautiful historic building with the best of secret corners to hide when playing tiggy. And the peppercorn trees! We had our own enchanted forest beckoning at the sound of every bell from that bell tower. On the corner where the yellow sign is was a tiny shop where students in the final 6th grade were given permission to go on Friday at lunch time, where for a penny a huge hunk of honeycomb became the weekly treat. Some of the other favourites were eucalyptus diamonds, black aniseed balls, licorice straps and black jelly beans! Heaven!
Anyway enough digressing…I have been tagged by sketchedsoul
1. Do you think you are hot?
I DO NOT THINK BUT I KNOW I AM HOT….I am in this blessed City of Light and Radiance where the summer temperatures average in the mid 40’s every day for at least another four months! It is now 32 degrees sitting at the computer with the AC on! I am hot! Alhumdulillah!
2. Upload your favourite picture of you. (couldn’t decide)
3. Why do you like that (these) picture(s)?
I have broken the rules as I have inserted three pictures! Blog tags not to be taken very seriously!
Pictures of myself became scarce after Islam, although some family members could easily blackmail me with ones they have hidden away!
The first one is self as a baby with a recent one of my mother. This baby one has always fascinated me because of that shaft of light hitting the chest, and to think that Allah Ta’ala had plans beyond the wildest imaginings from that chubby innocence to His embrace much later on in my life, Subhanallah!
The second one was taken by a friend the other evening. It is symbolic of calm to me and confirms the blessing of a physical closeness to our blessed Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam with his name glowing from the door, and Insha’Allah in the heart.
And the third one, taken for non-Muslim family, for them to see I am still capable of some crazy antics, and will always love them regardless of their beliefs.
4. When was the last time you ate pizza?
So long ago that I cannot remember, but now that I see the word I am craving for one!
5. The last song you listened to?
Mesut Kurtis Illahi
6. What are you doing right now besides this? Preparing dates for baking a date cake.
7. What name would you prefer besides yours?
Insha’Allah the one I was given helps to shed ‘light’ on the Path, so Alhumdulillah I do not prefer any other.
8. People To Tag:
i. Br Naeem
ii. Online Rihla
iii. Healing Hearts.
v. Southern Muslimah
9. Who is number one?
A brother who seems to have a fun sense of humour in dispersed with a serious side, plus he is almost a neighbour in this desert kingdom!
10. Number three is having a relationship with?
She strives diligently in cementing the only relationships worth having in this Dunya …with Allah Ta’ala and His Habib SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.
11. Say something about number five?
A constant variety of subjects shared in a racy, humane and captivating style!
12. How about number four?
Someone who has been hiding her talents from us for too long. May she respond to this game of tiggy and share some of her wisdom!
13. Who is number two?
Umm Squeakster…the loving carer of a rescue cat along with other facets on Islam and life as a Muslimah in the US.
From the Chapter on the description of the joking of Sayyidina Rasulullah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam:
It has been proven that Sayyidina Rasoolullah sallallahu alaihe wasallam joked. It has also been prohibited to joke. In Tirmizi a narration of Sayyidina Ibn Abbas radiyallahu anhu is reported wherein it has been prohibited to joke. Imaam Nawawi has compared the two in this manner and said that excessive joking which will result in the heart becoming hard, will keep one away from the remembrance of Allah, may become a means of troubling a Muslim or that which may lessen the dignity and degrade one. All these are included in the prohibition. If it (joking) is void of this and is done solely to appease or make someone happy, then it will be mustahab. Sayyidina Abdullah ibn Haarith radiyallahu anhu says, “I have not seen anyone who makes a person more cheerful than Rasoolullah sallallahu alaihe wasallam.” The reason being that the cheerful nature of Sayyidina Rasoolullah sallallahu alaihe wasallam was more of a source of happiness than sadness.
There was also a special necessity for Sayyidina Rasoolullah sallallahu alaihe wasallam to joke. That is due to the personal dignity and greatness of Sayyidina Rasoolullah sallallahu alaihe wasallam which was of such high calibre, that even at a distance of a months journey his awe was felt. For this reason, if Sayyidina Rasoolullah sallallahu alaihe wasallam did not smile and joke, it would have been impossible due to the awe, for people to come near him and the doors of reaping benefit would have been closed. It would have become a habit until the day of Qiyaamah of those who strive to follow and emulate every deed and habit of Sayyidina Rasoolullah sallallahu alaihe wasallam purposely not to smile and joke. It would also have become difficult for those close to a Sheikh (spiritual teacher), to come close and benefit from him. May Allah shower countless Durood and blessings on the pure soul who opened the doors of easiness for the Ummah. Someone told Sayyidina Sufyan ibn Uyaynah radiyallahu anhu, who was a great Muhaddith, “Joking is also a calamity.”
He replied, “It is a sunnah, and only for those who know its bounds and also know how to joke in the proper manner.”
All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.