The start ...

So here we are, sitting on my oh so lovely purple sofa mashaallah thinking about where to start...

I guess the beginning would be a good place. As a muslim I (and my hubbi) have dreamt of going to Saudi Arabia for a long time. Like many muslims you long to be where it all started. After years of saving and hard dedicated work of my dear old man we made muchly dua and Allah granted us this opportunity. 

We were separated for months as it is difficult for a whole family to go all together from the start as Saudi is hot on its paper work. When the time came for us to go it was glitch after glitch with our visas rejected at the last minute due to a technical error.  So there is us, little furniture, nothing left in the UK for us wondering if we were actually going to get to go, not pleasant let me tell you. We made so much dua. 
The next day hubbi left to sort it out in London and so there I was sitting at home biting my nails, trying to prepare to leave just in case it would all go ahead, our flights leaving in 2 hours, we got the news that it was green lights, IF we could make it to the airport on time.

You know people talk about hitting the ground running well this is where I started running. With the help of some truly beautiful people may Allah reward them I got packed, changed 2 stinky nappies (why do kids do that just as you want to leave) and into the car on my way to my new life. We got to the airport, had way too much luggage but were so late that the woman didn't say much, said my tearful goodbyes to my lovely mum and sister who by the grace of Allah made it just in time to the airport to see us off, we marched to the security checks and almost ran onto the plane. Now tell me, have you ever looked at people who run onto planes at the last minute and shook your head thinking 'Why would anyone be so un-prepared as to arrive just at the last minute', well this was us and I will never judge again inshaallah.

We sat down, unloaded ourselves of the too big a load of hand luggage I had dragged on with me just in case the kids got bored and strapped in. BREATHE. Wow. Not where I thought I was going to be 2 hours ago. Now...here we were, leaving our life behind, everything I knew to a place and a life I couldn't imagine. Mind blowing. 

As we fly let me give you the short lo-down of me if you don't know me. I am a muslim revert, with 2 kiddies mashaallah. I had researched Riyadh, Saudi a little before hand but all I could find was expat blogs and most about non-muslims so I really didn't know what to expect.I am chatty and quite European in my ways so hoped I wouldn't face too much of a culture shock.

Kids quiet, we were served lovely food, and we got some fab gifts for the kiddies  (note to self, don't bother packing toys next time) ps (do pack more clothes) as my daughter managed to throw up all over me in the first couple of hours, nice.

Hours and a stop over in Dubai later we arrived in the land where most men wear white thobes and most women are in all black, wow, its very different than home. 

Driving out of the airport my first experience of the desert. A lot of ... sand... white cars... and sand coloured buildings dotted around. Date palms line the roads but that really was all the greenery I could see. Having hit the floor running I finally felt I was putting my breaks on now. Very surreal. I was where I had only dreamt of going and where so many dream of going. Alhamdullilah, Allahu Akbar.