tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84001570121400077252024-03-05T02:32:55.265-08:00Esther KofodTHE LIBYAN is unforgettable storytelling, told with raw honesty and an eye for detail. This stunning memoir sweeps four continents and several decades, from colonial Singapore through Europe and the United States, to Libya. A poignant saga of historical and cultural wealth, it transports the reader on an exciting journey of passion, terror and betrayal, chronicling a slice of Libya during the early years of Gaddafi's dictatorship.The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-1963240514172585562019-07-25T12:44:00.001-07:002019-07-25T14:46:00.390-07:00The Finger Bowl...<div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px none; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Droid Sans", Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; list-style: none; outline: none; padding: 1em 0px;">
Defining class...💛 </div>
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“Queen Victoria was once at a diplomatic reception in London, where the guest of honor was an African chieftain. All went well during the meal until, at the end, finger bowls were served. The guest of honor had never seen a English finger bowl, so he took the bowl in his two hands, lifted it to his mouth, and drank the water...<br />
For an instant there was breathless silence among the British dinner guests, and then they began to whisper to one another. All that stopped, however, when Queen Victoria silently took her finger bowl in her two hands, lifted it, and drank its contents! A moment later, 100 surprised British ladies and gentlemen simultaneously drank the contents of their own finger bowls...”</div>
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Class is not defined by wealth, education, how one dresses, nor one’s status as an athlete, performer or politician.<br />
It is simply how one human treats another, based on respect and kindness. </div>
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It is becoming too common to look for chances to humiliate and make fun of another in an effort to elevate oneself, but it takes real class to try and spare someone from embarrassment. 💛</div>
The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-12656750106734756872017-09-15T19:21:00.001-07:002017-09-20T08:44:40.694-07:00❤️Thank you...<div>Reviews are a way that authors get to connect with readers who have shared a journey with them by reading into their hearts and minds. This is especially so for memoirs...</div><div>Opening a door to the Libya I knew to readers who knew nothing of Libya and Libyans is my gift to my readers...</div><div>I thank this reviewer from my heart ❤️</div><div>#thelibyan</div><div><a href="http://amzn.to/1Qcmc6C">http://amzn.to/1Qcmc6C</a></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0FHzYPzAYo6GhV_7C9oR2opL_6bKbL9SaMkrBAXgLVq6t6Yxx44o0Bpws7cDs3sjlvU4_B0yeniQqx9DzXP5OWtE8I8CvXYCRvwvOU2atVK2WedAVjs_V6Zz1ISR6kTD28XIcu5H9L7i/s640/blogger-image--1141069539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0FHzYPzAYo6GhV_7C9oR2opL_6bKbL9SaMkrBAXgLVq6t6Yxx44o0Bpws7cDs3sjlvU4_B0yeniQqx9DzXP5OWtE8I8CvXYCRvwvOU2atVK2WedAVjs_V6Zz1ISR6kTD28XIcu5H9L7i/s640/blogger-image--1141069539.jpg"></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT82gF_vt4-FkqYmNfCh7XVGR0HfLVe_IZd2Pcl9rgeMQFTbMCvonsk5AADMHS9hjziH5mnuEXLIGuR2XObFgsmEPmdP3X3on9KyZK_mNHZYjdbkwdYePQuL-e1hoyaGQOZYSFZ-2XnoQA/s640/blogger-image--1149059868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT82gF_vt4-FkqYmNfCh7XVGR0HfLVe_IZd2Pcl9rgeMQFTbMCvonsk5AADMHS9hjziH5mnuEXLIGuR2XObFgsmEPmdP3X3on9KyZK_mNHZYjdbkwdYePQuL-e1hoyaGQOZYSFZ-2XnoQA/s640/blogger-image--1149059868.jpg"></a></div><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-88469390122582086572016-10-07T08:49:00.003-07:002016-10-08T06:12:29.746-07:00TRIPOLITANIA ❤️TRIPOLITANIA <span class="_47e3"><span class="_7oe">❤️</span></span><div><br> The Beauty of Ancient Libya...<br>
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What some of you may not know about was the kidnapping and murder of my nephew by ISIS in Libya, even though the ransom was paid. </span></div><div>What I fear is that the lack of leadership and utter chaos and breakdown of law and order in Libya is leading to the death of the country. Without help, Libya has the potential to be another Syria, maybe even worse. Each group holds the other hostage for their own interest, yet not a single one strong enough to unite the country, including the HOR. </div><div>Libyans cannot do it on their own without international help. The death toll is rising, there is practically no medical care, no money, no law and order, daily kidnappings and assassinations, etc....and ISIS.</div><div>I lived in the shadow of a dictatorship, under Gadaffi. I never imagined it could be worse. </div><div>Libya is dying a slow death while Libyans debate what to do. There is only one choice...unite under a majority, or die. Democracy is a political luxury that does not always work for different situations. It sometimes take many steps to get there. Libya is taking baby steps, and yes, in my humble opinion, Libya needs outside help in order to survive. </div><div>Hopefully one day, Libya will find the form of government, a political model, best suited to its unique cultural, religious and social heritage.</div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-70307745656133575192016-07-25T04:09:00.001-07:002016-07-25T04:09:42.259-07:00Benghazi Sunset...<div><br></div><div><div>Benghazi, Libya </div><div>© Sohail Nakhooda Photography</div></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpHL8ByJYbz8Jx41PPlH7JzyuoGRc6bsiNjKCWt5ieVnClj4PeefTGr4zzTpBsdXbglJ_XY9nsQdRzR-niTnQKBiLRepYnUfLTyCDL_7ygdrgkPZIT3fmmYUlI4TL9HPuKrxyldGfOW7C/s640/blogger-image--1615191387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpHL8ByJYbz8Jx41PPlH7JzyuoGRc6bsiNjKCWt5ieVnClj4PeefTGr4zzTpBsdXbglJ_XY9nsQdRzR-niTnQKBiLRepYnUfLTyCDL_7ygdrgkPZIT3fmmYUlI4TL9HPuKrxyldGfOW7C/s640/blogger-image--1615191387.jpg"></a></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-22515449489482942352016-07-13T18:47:00.001-07:002016-07-13T19:19:02.418-07:00One reason why I wrote THE LIBYAN...<div>When I wrote my memoir, THE LIBYAN, I frankly had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. I knew it was something I had to do, but I also knew I shouldn't do it until the time was right...</div><div><br></div><div>On the day Gaddafi died, I told my husband that I was going to start writing, and I did, that same night. It took me two and a half years to finish, and he and my daughter were my earliest and most fervent supporters. They both believed there was a story to be told and a country and people to be introduced to...</div><div><br></div><div>Above all, I wanted to share my love for<br>Libya and Libyans, and that is the basis for this story...</div><div><br></div><div>One of the reasons I love getting reviews is because it's a way for me to gauge if I have succeeded in introducing Libya to someone who knew nothing about it prior to reading my book. </div><div>That is why reviews like this is priceless to me, and makes it all worthwhile. </div><div><br></div><div>Thank you, from my heart to yours...❤️</div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://amzn.to/1Qcmc6C">http://amzn.to/1Qcmc6C</a></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79auU0MbsHSetAWKIsRrYZ-kL2dxOJe6SY9a4fW-WVpa6pUXKICFbBHA7qg80bS1jagjF1FnroRehg4BTu1EJsMNArVjKHaY2KpINxXqJzJ5d7e_FFJB7-SVAj4W9eyzruyRlMNsg6l7V/s640/blogger-image--431444383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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However, to reach the fruit requires them to be adept in an extraordinary balancing act that’s quite unexpected from a hoofed animal. </div><div>After digesting the berries, the goats leave behind droppings that contain large kernels of the seeds they consumed. These kernels are extracted from the manure, washed, and ground pressed to produce Argan oil..."</div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-54940459615490025212016-05-18T05:46:00.001-07:002016-05-19T04:50:04.852-07:00Dear Mr. Hosseini...<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklFM34MCkuTxfk-GtxDop3jztAobwRrVrLnnssZhFSr2bBmRm7EAFpWKuIuKpDnTLQgLKvHPrtn8F7lC8201xeyLa_RzJl6kRQu_e9wrioYGML4V5bNG4zzKSu0eiPuApJB_coaAxHZBa/s640/blogger-image-888296491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklFM34MCkuTxfk-GtxDop3jztAobwRrVrLnnssZhFSr2bBmRm7EAFpWKuIuKpDnTLQgLKvHPrtn8F7lC8201xeyLa_RzJl6kRQu_e9wrioYGML4V5bNG4zzKSu0eiPuApJB_coaAxHZBa/s640/blogger-image-888296491.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div>I feel your words and I feel your pain because you were an inspiration to me when I wrote "The Libyan". For that, I want to thank you, from my heart to yours. </div><div><br></div><div>Your books took me on a journey to Afghanistan, a country I knew little about. I was mesmerized, and I felt what you were feeling...without being there. </div><div><br></div><div>I hope in some small way I was able to introduce my readers to another enigmatic world...Libya. I started writing "The Libyan" the day Gaddafi died. There was so much hope for a free Libya 5 years ago. </div><div><br></div><div>Today, sadly, another form of terror has replaced that hope and dream, and I too am depressed... </div><div><br></div><div>Esther Kofod</div><div>www.estherkofod.com</div><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/KhaledHosseini/posts/836228753080553">https://www.facebook.com/KhaledHosseini/posts/836228753080553</a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-20588733906922521062016-05-08T19:19:00.001-07:002016-05-08T19:19:52.326-07:00Happy Mother's Day...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3mHkOKGc5gW9og6X6X2i5C2v_3-KynlU-j5vSoPwwc9QPXVW156VxbSdfYltoroS4S8YbKVRRotMelCUaP4YteAkxODSogcp-bl7ofBSs0DaBs20phNVtjChUfSpClfOsF_RG7a57nuY/s640/blogger-image-2096181104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3mHkOKGc5gW9og6X6X2i5C2v_3-KynlU-j5vSoPwwc9QPXVW156VxbSdfYltoroS4S8YbKVRRotMelCUaP4YteAkxODSogcp-bl7ofBSs0DaBs20phNVtjChUfSpClfOsF_RG7a57nuY/s640/blogger-image-2096181104.jpg"></a></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-11571771950824440642016-04-28T14:27:00.001-07:002016-04-28T14:27:02.771-07:00Be nice to your parents...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">❤️They won't be around forever...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxI_VbR_dzh-NE5EGt5nyCvFQPqao6dhG4RYYIrdN0g_KTB1mySS4-aw72714Tvuzm8K6rAPG_xqB7qVU2coYsiyHb0wbeKYKyusiLtHTZYrB5KQ_K2LtNdfhpYCrd5hgbZazLqfQHsve/s640/blogger-image-1617943475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxI_VbR_dzh-NE5EGt5nyCvFQPqao6dhG4RYYIrdN0g_KTB1mySS4-aw72714Tvuzm8K6rAPG_xqB7qVU2coYsiyHb0wbeKYKyusiLtHTZYrB5KQ_K2LtNdfhpYCrd5hgbZazLqfQHsve/s640/blogger-image-1617943475.jpg"></a></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-82998563777793307782016-04-18T05:05:00.001-07:002016-04-18T05:05:26.849-07:00Dear Libya ❤️<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ku3mrRT0P0aEx_cMSnDcsiXbvdOe4Ua_41JotmfXCdneKLQeFcXDZbiKrjI-0uIDZ991T1m_kloNjaruqptZ8U4m4yQL1RJTO_40kOL91_6SefZ4KI4wrMwGZBtzwBWdlIXuOXYSTSTn/s640/blogger-image--1618157844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ku3mrRT0P0aEx_cMSnDcsiXbvdOe4Ua_41JotmfXCdneKLQeFcXDZbiKrjI-0uIDZ991T1m_kloNjaruqptZ8U4m4yQL1RJTO_40kOL91_6SefZ4KI4wrMwGZBtzwBWdlIXuOXYSTSTn/s640/blogger-image--1618157844.jpg"></a></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-1993002629147003732016-04-15T06:40:00.001-07:002016-04-21T13:26:52.405-07:00LIBYAN CUISINE ❤️<ol style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="_IWg _HWg mod" data-md="61" style="clear: none; padding-left: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="_oDd" data-hveid="15" style="padding: 20px 0px 10px;"><span class="_Tgc _x9e" style="line-height: 24px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>"Libyan cuisine</b> is the cooking traditions, practices, foods and <b>dishes</b> associated with the country of <b>Libya</b>. The cuisine derives much from the traditions of the Mediterranean (especially Italy), North Africa, and the Middle East..."</span></div><div class="_oDd" data-hveid="15" style="padding: 20px 0px 10px;"><span class="_Tgc _x9e" style="line-height: 24px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">These are some of my personal favorites which I sometimes cook...except for the Bazeen, which requires a little muscle...!</span></div><div class="_oDd" data-hveid="15" style="padding: 20px 0px 10px;"><span class="_Tgc _x9e" style="line-height: 24px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYhedUcBiU8J_4kAk9moCToFDKKiNInZAV_Zbmnrn4VON6IBeGSRogwHCNfOGxhMp0KWdNeT_Ot5hwV0xVsUAkdQ7n1tqlfkjJkczPll7C1dWhDurEpMNERW9kQK7VdiQtluVjtTiNnMI/s640/blogger-image-1624534505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYhedUcBiU8J_4kAk9moCToFDKKiNInZAV_Zbmnrn4VON6IBeGSRogwHCNfOGxhMp0KWdNeT_Ot5hwV0xVsUAkdQ7n1tqlfkjJkczPll7C1dWhDurEpMNERW9kQK7VdiQtluVjtTiNnMI/s640/blogger-image-1624534505.jpg"></a></div></span></div><div class="_oDd" data-hveid="15" style="padding: 20px 0px 10px;"><span class="_Tgc _x9e" style="line-height: 24px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">ASSIDA is a breakfast favorite. It is basically boiled dough, vigorously stirred until smooth, then shaped and served with melted ghee or butter and date palm syrup. </span></div><div class="_oDd" data-hveid="15" style="padding: 20px 0px 10px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FwmAgkf_NySGhVm1jRsHuuvCI5LXhhMF4Fq7GwQ1aY409mvNXV3ZoStnalRcm-cZFu7nmKfueQ0D7J_eQ8dbao3Jv1vOd0MzreO24XjDaXW54qfcMVU0uoUnwXLoIiyyjYM97RMmbCMW/s640/blogger-image--1378561091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FwmAgkf_NySGhVm1jRsHuuvCI5LXhhMF4Fq7GwQ1aY409mvNXV3ZoStnalRcm-cZFu7nmKfueQ0D7J_eQ8dbao3Jv1vOd0MzreO24XjDaXW54qfcMVU0uoUnwXLoIiyyjYM97RMmbCMW/s640/blogger-image--1378561091.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="_oDd" data-hveid="15" style="padding: 20px 0px 10px;">BSISA, dates and buttermilk...<b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; line-height: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none;">Bsisa</b><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">is</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> based on flour of roasted barley which dates back to</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Rome" title="Ancient Rome" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; line-height: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none; text-decoration: none;">Roman</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">times. It is often served at breakfast, usually mixed with olive oil. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Dates and Buttermilk is also popular at Ramadan to breaking fast.</span></div><div class="_oDd" data-hveid="15" style="padding: 20px 0px 10px;"><br></div><div class="_oDd" data-hveid="15" style="padding: 20px 0px 10px;"><span class="_Tgc _x9e" style="line-height: 24px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QXHBp3n-AKC0KI8tIzrcBRgBMLLkBeBETLMgi-Fd1pkzURFccc-JdB_Re6uvyIdvGefUgzAo0fgyusm4Z-1S4ZliPnlpj9aZiemrCOhFDorEOZvlbEa-UdfcUJhx_NkDBP-2oeYyL9Lo/s640/blogger-image--2106767773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QXHBp3n-AKC0KI8tIzrcBRgBMLLkBeBETLMgi-Fd1pkzURFccc-JdB_Re6uvyIdvGefUgzAo0fgyusm4Z-1S4ZliPnlpj9aZiemrCOhFDorEOZvlbEa-UdfcUJhx_NkDBP-2oeYyL9Lo/s640/blogger-image--2106767773.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">COUSCOUS is the national dish of Libya. It is usually made with lamb (in Libya it's prefered fresh) in a tomato based sauce simmered with spices, onions, and vegetables. The sauce is then served over the couscous. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYc7oYC4b5mzngJ69fvBkylaJ09vHgBiis8_OHk8mFrO20W3wAcsT5bTEjb_IVXecP84ODItvbaVAn1X-JXTvFK1E7MGnSSnoLKlnfrxw2eivdZGJUZ_YdC88vvC6Me8I21E_yEJbyQTQ/s640/blogger-image--105052192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYc7oYC4b5mzngJ69fvBkylaJ09vHgBiis8_OHk8mFrO20W3wAcsT5bTEjb_IVXecP84ODItvbaVAn1X-JXTvFK1E7MGnSSnoLKlnfrxw2eivdZGJUZ_YdC88vvC6Me8I21E_yEJbyQTQ/s640/blogger-image--105052192.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">BAZEEN is a Libyan specialty and one of my personal favorites. The boiled barley dough is served with an exquisitely based tomato sauce of lamb chunks, potatoes and boiled eggs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGwf97R4kusr2HeoQdP1DtZotzMPcTv7GxWGcNd48eP0dnlp9htw3h-2LcidjP7WZg08WFCI70AUVv0Rls0L6ov9uRbl6A_4fVPlZBAVi8Q6FBVXrMLXDHFB7-Iymd8DOYk5wWMuXcjoa/s640/blogger-image-448497440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGwf97R4kusr2HeoQdP1DtZotzMPcTv7GxWGcNd48eP0dnlp9htw3h-2LcidjP7WZg08WFCI70AUVv0Rls0L6ov9uRbl6A_4fVPlZBAVi8Q6FBVXrMLXDHFB7-Iymd8DOYk5wWMuXcjoa/s640/blogger-image-448497440.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">SHARBA is lamb soup (sometimes chicken is used instead), cooked with tomato paste, onions, spices, and finished with orzo, chickpeas, parsley and mint. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">SHARBA is served every night during Ramadan to break fast. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUjtoRiWEKcgk6lRlnw4jgHhvnSd2lRxNcbv_UGcpiwqIeVmkqG1x9_B4Cwfol46iIMypaYJtJwI_wsbdcf19kqv-rF3zKFqOWQKwVV4nLJgXuSm-36Z-0WMi147ftBsezXAhAcF4LI_S/s640/blogger-image--332970005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUjtoRiWEKcgk6lRlnw4jgHhvnSd2lRxNcbv_UGcpiwqIeVmkqG1x9_B4Cwfol46iIMypaYJtJwI_wsbdcf19kqv-rF3zKFqOWQKwVV4nLJgXuSm-36Z-0WMi147ftBsezXAhAcF4LI_S/s640/blogger-image--332970005.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">MACARONI BECHAMEL is made with penne pasta, spiced ground beef and Bechamel sauce. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qzZkWtdEqH4axNcAKeyWOmqFvSCH_YgCDkFHTzWesgBmJfviFnxkNEAAWt9e-U0raciS2IjiescbEi0Anwflo1tByGk6CLoiPj_ZeMxfRf9DpV2qhhBmoq9BRUhxD9woL7bvoYzvJKPU/s640/blogger-image-1766320099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qzZkWtdEqH4axNcAKeyWOmqFvSCH_YgCDkFHTzWesgBmJfviFnxkNEAAWt9e-U0raciS2IjiescbEi0Anwflo1tByGk6CLoiPj_ZeMxfRf9DpV2qhhBmoq9BRUhxD9woL7bvoYzvJKPU/s640/blogger-image-1766320099.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">MAHSHEE is bell peppers stuffed with rice, meat, herbs and spices.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBEykKT4DEs0CqqYBgKopifcCX1adGisXjkSt7uIY-O52A-TjosbmB6bb8wjKFDSyFz0NK8wYgZ-HQH3F02UOBrbqT86K21tWj8yQ1oL0EkKJDQ8sfXz147x3s4TxTmlLon8hiOQJyy-l/s640/blogger-image--539227004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBEykKT4DEs0CqqYBgKopifcCX1adGisXjkSt7uIY-O52A-TjosbmB6bb8wjKFDSyFz0NK8wYgZ-HQH3F02UOBrbqT86K21tWj8yQ1oL0EkKJDQ8sfXz147x3s4TxTmlLon8hiOQJyy-l/s640/blogger-image--539227004.jpg"></a></div><br></div>EJJA is a frittata dish baked in the oven. It is made from eggs, potatoes, tomatoes, onions and fresh herbs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_4fHk3afbDQM2XZjN7fcHC-p_pm1vLervLSzBXhJWavlrXh1KoHwyMrRjI4svfNXeHo5VlEQeMQ63Xt9_pE9pGhqY2cy2dsf01bbQvatUZYpMUKXLWJSZ4DW6hKsMddRI7fs2UqkjVJZ/s640/blogger-image--150005253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_4fHk3afbDQM2XZjN7fcHC-p_pm1vLervLSzBXhJWavlrXh1KoHwyMrRjI4svfNXeHo5VlEQeMQ63Xt9_pE9pGhqY2cy2dsf01bbQvatUZYpMUKXLWJSZ4DW6hKsMddRI7fs2UqkjVJZ/s640/blogger-image--150005253.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittAXpTS8dosltg_fuuv7-HYwCji0sVB-Ym1-YUa7lztvYgoYlGJll0GSsmBYhU1gB5BFDc55wY-M5hbM6RS-fzTxDXDZWaU7skUnXVlA0jKVKn8CgqxAhN-dElZ9psztIignZVzIO_sh-/s640/blogger-image--1962911285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittAXpTS8dosltg_fuuv7-HYwCji0sVB-Ym1-YUa7lztvYgoYlGJll0GSsmBYhU1gB5BFDc55wY-M5hbM6RS-fzTxDXDZWaU7skUnXVlA0jKVKn8CgqxAhN-dElZ9psztIignZVzIO_sh-/s640/blogger-image--1962911285.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A meal in Libya is always followed by Libyan tea. The first shot (glass) is plain, then subsequent additions include peanuts, mint, almonds, attar (scented geraniums), etc.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUEI5jqWTkLpjtnSWD0vVUUkjyXHJOX2lKhOJPE1PBCswiKsVpB0w5h0hwgKT15rY08ufVtsc0hs_jiiHcdGIKRlucOQRHq_8irMi1zBRNHZnTldVvSUkcneyp-6GT3nlO0V7Nj_2hxv0q/s640/blogger-image--1251422516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUEI5jqWTkLpjtnSWD0vVUUkjyXHJOX2lKhOJPE1PBCswiKsVpB0w5h0hwgKT15rY08ufVtsc0hs_jiiHcdGIKRlucOQRHq_8irMi1zBRNHZnTldVvSUkcneyp-6GT3nlO0V7Nj_2hxv0q/s640/blogger-image--1251422516.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">UMBACOUPKA is hands down Libya's most favorite and beloved dish. You'll find it everywhere, anytime, with different names, and in different variations. The popular variation is lamb, potatoes, carrots, different vegetables, and spices cooked in a tomato sauce. </div></span></div></div></ol>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-25734596787438710062016-04-08T15:08:00.001-07:002016-04-08T18:25:06.657-07:00CHEFCHAOUEN...💙<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCaBr0_qKUZyJ35AY72MXJbBr8yfRM21lHwlgIYbcGEI7zQl-O5uo_r3QT4DW2zZAh-Z0Ff6Ir59EMEb90GrSx0g_1Z3yvXXYae0yON8IufHJFszxJMcDD5hhbZfB9-6xdSBvUnhP2mh6B/s640/blogger-image-1263288929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCaBr0_qKUZyJ35AY72MXJbBr8yfRM21lHwlgIYbcGEI7zQl-O5uo_r3QT4DW2zZAh-Z0Ff6Ir59EMEb90GrSx0g_1Z3yvXXYae0yON8IufHJFszxJMcDD5hhbZfB9-6xdSBvUnhP2mh6B/s640/blogger-image-1263288929.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>CHEFCHAOUEN...The Blue Pearl of Morocco</div><div><br></div><div> Chefchaouen was painted blue by Jewish refugees fleeing violence and persecution from the Spanish Inquisition in 1478.</div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Refugees do not leave their homes for better lives...they leave to save their lives</span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0a92jPr2VHeaajDv5XaQvQPX3Q6kkvoA6n85p_yLOLq5ESO2SHtNoTHcbmKNIHyySvrxt31YfPMm09UNijK4S0rWsFbUJt0SCHNssHjA2DveKIR_sWbKDiyYhHzRVgBUiGcV4PnB2aJr/s640/blogger-image--1823310502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0a92jPr2VHeaajDv5XaQvQPX3Q6kkvoA6n85p_yLOLq5ESO2SHtNoTHcbmKNIHyySvrxt31YfPMm09UNijK4S0rWsFbUJt0SCHNssHjA2DveKIR_sWbKDiyYhHzRVgBUiGcV4PnB2aJr/s640/blogger-image--1823310502.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7dVmGusBzQ7mZmdBZRPfGIHJco1-z1SJm25j_MAuHL8q2VqltLN-ejutyooG-yL6IZOMKys-vi12u_8MmFZXwdWCnMkNpCCwCzP4iSJtQpiMP5IeRX1jxw6qWa2jZfhyzcKPauwtG7zt/s640/blogger-image-490753908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7dVmGusBzQ7mZmdBZRPfGIHJco1-z1SJm25j_MAuHL8q2VqltLN-ejutyooG-yL6IZOMKys-vi12u_8MmFZXwdWCnMkNpCCwCzP4iSJtQpiMP5IeRX1jxw6qWa2jZfhyzcKPauwtG7zt/s640/blogger-image-490753908.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkWRr0K3XUMb6KRfHMKffsLfEwpKOrqFrJRDuT1GErUorV69rB4W4XX7lBWbN6m6LIIZxRG9DfASTiUTBgaZQHhMEEnFJ46SbFsz8t2ys8vr6plslX8ITqGE5r59hW_KlYhvxiX4dbqBf/s640/blogger-image--988328660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkWRr0K3XUMb6KRfHMKffsLfEwpKOrqFrJRDuT1GErUorV69rB4W4XX7lBWbN6m6LIIZxRG9DfASTiUTBgaZQHhMEEnFJ46SbFsz8t2ys8vr6plslX8ITqGE5r59hW_KlYhvxiX4dbqBf/s640/blogger-image--988328660.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-54263007605973430592016-04-07T10:35:00.001-07:002016-04-07T11:24:54.130-07:00From my Singaporean BFF ❤️<br><blockquote type="cite"><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCrfsqAs8OgTNgQ72Lci36l11fTPXbb_RkvvyYECvpdJ70whFi-mKl86eim8olBFYxDkPb6fgq_gZ2Tx084eOzAMzZLBkytiI1Mhyphenhyphenj9250PVQTyaG3JkJQ9xSSyLh8_K7JemAUIQlI4L-/s640/blogger-image-1254225000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCrfsqAs8OgTNgQ72Lci36l11fTPXbb_RkvvyYECvpdJ70whFi-mKl86eim8olBFYxDkPb6fgq_gZ2Tx084eOzAMzZLBkytiI1Mhyphenhyphenj9250PVQTyaG3JkJQ9xSSyLh8_K7JemAUIQlI4L-/s640/blogger-image-1254225000.jpg"></a></div></span></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Esther and I have been friends since our high school days at the Singapore American School. Even back then, I somehow knew that her life would turn out to be far from the ordinary. Esther has a restless nature, not content to take the usual path mapped out by most of our mothers, i.e. to graduate from college, marry a Singaporean man and start a family soon after. She was always curious and had an imaginative mind; Esther had great romantic notions and would day dream about being swept off her feet to some far away place by a dashing hero! Several years later when Esther was in college in Washington DC, she excitedly wrote to me about the man whom she had fallen in love with, a Libyan.<br></span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We did not see very much of each other in the years that followed, except for the few times when Esther visited her parents in Singapore. During these visits, she would tell me about her new life in Libya, which always intrigued me, and then during her last trip home, Esther related to me about the suspense and horror of her escape from Libya with her children. <br></span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In my mind at the time, Libya was so far away and foreign, and I must admit that I could neither fully comprehend nor grasp the intensity of the fear and terror of her circumstances then.<br></span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It is wonderful that Esther has finally told her story in a book, The Libyan. Through her keen eye, perception and sensitivity, Esther has brilliantly narrated her life in Libya - new environment and experiences, her great and passionate love for her husband and his warm close knit family; this was followed by the terror and fear of living under the Ghaddafi regime; and finally, her harrowing escape from Libya with her children. <br></span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This book holds many wonderful memories for me, and it is so fascinating yet so full of suspense that i could not put it down until i got to the end. Having finished reading it, I am now able to finally fill in the gaps between all the events about which Esther had tried to tell me during her few intermittent visits to Singapore.<br></span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My friend Esther is indeed an extraordinary woman who has led an extraordinary life. And i am happy that she has found in her heart to forgive and is at peace with herself."</span></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Ei-Ling Tan, 2016.</span></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></blockquote></blockquote><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-48360550409363986642016-04-04T12:57:00.000-07:002016-04-08T15:18:46.959-07:00LIBYA pre-1969...LIBYA pre-1969... <div><br><div>THE LIBYAN </div><div><a href="http://amzn.to/1Qcmc6C">http://amzn.to/1Qcmc6C</a></div><div>Pinterest...<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bookmobile, Libya, 1958</td></tr>
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<br></div></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-85189021539518416042016-04-03T06:20:00.001-07:002016-04-03T06:23:07.649-07:00#LobbyForTheChildren<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLtVfBII3pej0NyarWeIfBu28kl1pDLWeqzX6t_k8ctGZ4tgFk4YEHN1zxjNeTfZvkIajHErW3Ldq_gJRTC4YHDfyieN4nEZO_EqPIZkB3fWb0xIHQSa6vf36Q86uJL6mly5oe9mRW3zTr/s640/blogger-image-1411572635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLtVfBII3pej0NyarWeIfBu28kl1pDLWeqzX6t_k8ctGZ4tgFk4YEHN1zxjNeTfZvkIajHErW3Ldq_gJRTC4YHDfyieN4nEZO_EqPIZkB3fWb0xIHQSa6vf36Q86uJL6mly5oe9mRW3zTr/s640/blogger-image-1411572635.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Seriously...<div>What is the world and world leaders going to do for the millions of orphaned and homeless kids? </div><div>I'm disgusted that people are more concerned for the welfare of animals than they are for unwanted children. Maybe it's time to set up shelters and a lobbying group for children...</div><div>This is humanity at its lowest, to not do something for our most vulnerable...</div><div><br></div><div>#LobbyForTheChildren</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWLA8gySXUCOVG9ydXcZO8AR3UmpAFSWKc4ct0sGm7tNZ2TYG_jbAGVZfq_12mbnKy3YDdnc_xbSDDdLog818wBzWQFkb4J2XZp0WYbfydhdCNrVSYE50h-oAUtK0HZXWBnT3GXJh5nF8c/s640/blogger-image--1580575677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWLA8gySXUCOVG9ydXcZO8AR3UmpAFSWKc4ct0sGm7tNZ2TYG_jbAGVZfq_12mbnKy3YDdnc_xbSDDdLog818wBzWQFkb4J2XZp0WYbfydhdCNrVSYE50h-oAUtK0HZXWBnT3GXJh5nF8c/s640/blogger-image--1580575677.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitR3ZavHDUYyY27-3dyQb7Kj_gMaIJqPA5pmJSl7j_8Zk7HzyTN-cLAMoZVRaozG3hyphenhyphenv5wOIsra3laZIWcinHHbWt_rPFr8-A8yqXjuFzH67ZWd-EM2ML5LhSipMNrcUUAFVqkPpMyMzj6/s640/blogger-image--604651711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitR3ZavHDUYyY27-3dyQb7Kj_gMaIJqPA5pmJSl7j_8Zk7HzyTN-cLAMoZVRaozG3hyphenhyphenv5wOIsra3laZIWcinHHbWt_rPFr8-A8yqXjuFzH67ZWd-EM2ML5LhSipMNrcUUAFVqkPpMyMzj6/s640/blogger-image--604651711.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbb692fCSMSnYz-cF18YcE2LPTmXYH3UAiVCRWlc8o4yFOHDdLyLrH-gNFdRRqtqZVh5f5HO_Mo-6puSaPH6OPLjo_sf_b9oCRUdhUehtk3bnQEfZSj_fXZvIXii35rkQMDT7m5NiTQB2v/s640/blogger-image--865688947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbb692fCSMSnYz-cF18YcE2LPTmXYH3UAiVCRWlc8o4yFOHDdLyLrH-gNFdRRqtqZVh5f5HO_Mo-6puSaPH6OPLjo_sf_b9oCRUdhUehtk3bnQEfZSj_fXZvIXii35rkQMDT7m5NiTQB2v/s640/blogger-image--865688947.jpg"></a></div><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-8470460366217159462016-03-16T14:52:00.001-07:002016-03-17T03:46:23.926-07:00Best friends...❤️<div>I have some truly awesome friends...</div><div><br></div><div>First of all, they're really nice, unpretentious, and to your face (not behind your back) honest people. As a result, some of us have been kicked out of houses and reviled by in-laws and outlaws...</div><div><br></div><div>We pretend we don't care.</div><div><br></div><div>We have each other, and when we are together, we have the best meals, the loudest gut wrenching laughter, and the warmest of hearts, knowing that confidences and words are honored. </div><div><br></div><div>Coincidentally, my friends are also all beautiful, smart, worldly, generous, fabulous cooks...and most of all, FUN!</div><div>So, to my "bestest" of friends, gentle souls all...you know who you are, and I'm sure you know that I love and appreciate you ❤️😘</div><div>P.S. You are also the most amazing supporters and publicists for THE LIBYAN, and I don't know what I would have done without you...</div><div>❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTnG5Xu4bcPSqYjG5xhsWOS77e3JQWa4M5GdMOfZ4dcTZ5WpW04DRuGkzTITqItkvHUTMBKAXxMsBN1tfWda25T8us2O29Dd6nhZHX018sOqKiKa4-wNFCrNe_dkr-ftkspnDf2TUn2H9/s640/blogger-image--249153454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTnG5Xu4bcPSqYjG5xhsWOS77e3JQWa4M5GdMOfZ4dcTZ5WpW04DRuGkzTITqItkvHUTMBKAXxMsBN1tfWda25T8us2O29Dd6nhZHX018sOqKiKa4-wNFCrNe_dkr-ftkspnDf2TUn2H9/s640/blogger-image--249153454.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-64712556892107283342016-03-14T19:39:00.001-07:002016-03-18T13:57:47.700-07:00THE LIBYAN...A Gift from the Past<div>I had such a wonderful gift from the past today, from my Singapore American School classmate Fielden Lundy. He sent me a pic from our graduation class which I had never seen before, and wrote a special review as only someone who lived a similar life in a similar time can understand and relate to. </div><div>Thank you, Fielden, from my heart to yours </div><div>❤️</div><div><br></div><div>The Libyan, by Esther Kofod, begins as a travelogue, the experiences of growing up in a foreign land, traveling for one’s education, meeting new people and experiencing new cultures. The book changes to a love story, full of emotion and feeling. Then, it is a cultural narrative, the experience of new customs and foods and surroundings, the historical and modern view of Libya itself. Slowly, the story becomes a spy thriller, full of intrigue, deception, fear and terror.</div><div><br></div><div>Esther does a wonderful job writing these transitions and in weaving them together. We experience the wonder of foreign lands, the overwhelming feelings of love, the history and significance of Libya, the curiosity of new places and the fear of not knowing where life is going. There is joy, there is terror, there is resignation.</div><div><br></div><div>The book tells a personal story but with definite worldly undertones. It is often a mirror on the events of the present. Given the political and cultural forces currently at work in the Middle East and elsewhere, Esther’s book is very timely and relevant. It shows that Libya was, and is, far different from the Libya the news shows us. The people, the love of family and country are not so different from our own.</div><div><br></div><div>I grew up overseas as well. Esther and I were classmates at the Singapore American School. Reading her words brought back to me many of the feelings Esther describes; curiosity about new places, people, cultures, and foods. The feeling that you are never really at home anywhere. The realization that the world is much larger and fuller and more fascinating than you had ever believed.</div><div><br></div><div>I highly recommend The Libyan. It will open your eyes in so many ways. It will expose you to so many different emotions.</div><div><br></div><div>THE LIBYAN</div><div>Esther Kofod</div><div><a href="http://amzn.to/1Qcmc6C">http://amzn.to/1Qcmc6C</a></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pYbhTGwM6zOon-9fkNAUSVaeK2nYKiW1z_QRehAMZnLOyIT3WyOHJtmzhc64r-JmtizSNgMd3UJ2E-6brrwbC7g9GvQIYlrewMFQr7m1nyG3nxRCeT7EChRkw1UuxI0hhkf8JTlNiGGY/s640/blogger-image--1231368942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pYbhTGwM6zOon-9fkNAUSVaeK2nYKiW1z_QRehAMZnLOyIT3WyOHJtmzhc64r-JmtizSNgMd3UJ2E-6brrwbC7g9GvQIYlrewMFQr7m1nyG3nxRCeT7EChRkw1UuxI0hhkf8JTlNiGGY/s640/blogger-image--1231368942.jpg"></a></div><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-7790316752686109852016-03-06T11:01:00.001-08:002016-03-07T20:12:44.647-08:00International Women's Day...My deepest respect and prayers for women everywhere struggling to make a life for themselves and their children ...❤️<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNk411S4Z98ehv9FAl38KJEi5EGai4nTugi9t-IHguxNi7unWCiPJEJLk-Hyg709Mq7pmahqCur2BCoPIFUFFJV1ZMHEFrBw-3DlVahQ-bcht0jKAS0mJE5YxcuZ8l5QY5WMVSg0RPyPeE/s640/blogger-image-353601677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNk411S4Z98ehv9FAl38KJEi5EGai4nTugi9t-IHguxNi7unWCiPJEJLk-Hyg709Mq7pmahqCur2BCoPIFUFFJV1ZMHEFrBw-3DlVahQ-bcht0jKAS0mJE5YxcuZ8l5QY5WMVSg0RPyPeE/s640/blogger-image-353601677.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">#Yemen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400157012140007725.post-46990659202236624992016-02-29T10:49:00.001-08:002016-04-08T15:20:33.917-07:00Correcting liars and hypocrites...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The main reason why lies and hypocrisy is becoming more common, bordering on acceptable, is simply because it is "politically incorrect" to correct liars and hypocrites...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I asked someone once why he told his wife an unnecessary lie, and he matter-of-factly replied "I knew that's what she wanted to hear". <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">His lie made him look good to his wife at the expense of another person, and he made me an unwitting accomplice because I never told her the truth. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Donald Trump is a prime example of a liar and a hypocrite, who tells certain people what they want to hear, and because of that he's become an unstoppable political phenomenon...people get the government they deserve.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Unfortunately, there are too many people who would rather hear a pleasant lie than an unpleasant truth...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNASQnHH6pCo5gdw3x_qlYfvRXobsVyzda02W-0nTROwEAQ7DSCC9IDlpcFv52vn4D8NGCOByc7Ey4_6KtQ54P9MGDb-ByuLI9UvW7cTbRB8cQgaRlg7J_KCPDLviabw-3jqqylsSJmdVT/s640/blogger-image-2135436884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNASQnHH6pCo5gdw3x_qlYfvRXobsVyzda02W-0nTROwEAQ7DSCC9IDlpcFv52vn4D8NGCOByc7Ey4_6KtQ54P9MGDb-ByuLI9UvW7cTbRB8cQgaRlg7J_KCPDLviabw-3jqqylsSJmdVT/s640/blogger-image-2135436884.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>The Libyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02245379176995225135noreply@blogger.com0