Faithful readers will know that my Muslim name is Ayla – given to me by a Princess, of the Royal Family of Qatar. But am I am Alya actually? or perhaps I am a Leah. First, do let us look at the definition of Leah: Leah is Arabic/Muslim Girl name and meaning of this name is “Mistress, Ruler, Meadow”.Based on numerology value 8, Leah is Practical, status loving, power-seeking, materialistic, fair, self-sufficient, loves controlling other, short tempered, stressful, cunning, Ambitious, Realistic, Powerful, Authoritative, Courageous and Leading. Then there is an analysis of each letter of the name.
| L | You are very heady, and tend to over think rather than experience life. |
| E | You are freedom-loving, sensual and enthusiastic. You believe strongly in falling in love … in fact, you may do it quite often. You can see a situation from many different sides. |
| A | You are your own person, natural leader, ambitious and freethinking. |
| H | You are a visionary, but you also tend to make a lot of money and lose it fast. In the long-run, however, you will probably be fine. your creativity will serve you well. |
So in my usual thoroughness I googled Ayla and what did I find?
Aiyla is baby girl name mainly popular in Muslim religion and its main origin is Arabic. Aiyla name meanings is Moonlight. Then another question posed was: Is Ayla an Arabic name? This was the answer: Ayla is sometimes falsely identified as a variant of feminine Arabic name “Aliya” meaning “sublime” or “large”. “Aliya” or “Aaliyah” is actually the female form of “Ali” or “Aali” and is an unrelated name. The Turkish variant of “Aaliyah” is closer to “Aliye” not “Alya.”
Huh? I can either be Moonlight, Sublime or Large. It appears that this Princess from the Royal Family of Qatar was in error. I trusted her, did not check it out for myself. My disillusionment with Qatar grows – their vaccination rates are pitiful considering their wealth, as one example. They most probably bribed officials to get World Cup 2022. They lied about the deaths of migrant workers slaving on the construction of the World Cup, dreadfully understating the numbers of deaths – the number of deaths accurately reported by Amnesty International. Thank goodness, however, for Covid-19 because it were not for the restrictions AND the lack of vaccinations I might be living in Qatar at this very second. I did receive an invitation from the third wife of the abdicated Emir of Qatar to live in her very posh palace. There was a witness to the video chat, an extremely honest woman who was at my apartment at the time. I could not travel there at the time of the invitation, because of Covid and the scheduled knee replacement surgery. PHEW, is all I can say. Phew is an exclamation: expressing a strong reaction of relief. PHEW is definitely the right word.
Obviously I would not commit myself to live in Qatar when I had not even visited that tiny country. But if I did visit – would I be able to return to my home in California? Would the State Department intervene on my behalf? I am an ordinary person. It would be highly unlikely.
It is interesting the perspective one can gain from examining certain events in retrospect (when looking back on a past event or situation; with hindsight.) Synonyms are: Looking back, thinking back, on reflection, on re-examination, in/with hindsight.
This sounds very strange and unbelievable but what is also strange and unbelievable is that a multitude of members of the Royal Family of Qatar were residing in my rather humble hotel in London. My goodness, they have vast holdings in London – including Harrod’s and goodness knows what else. It is rumored that the Emir of Qatar is building the most expensive residence in all of London. So why was the family staying in MY hotel – well it was not mine but I always stayed there when going to London, and announced that on my blog and on Instagram. An interesting practice was revealed to me, from an individual familiar with the practices of very rich Arab families. Family is extremely important in the Islamic faith and particularly in rich Royal Middle East dynasties.Therefore, before the man, the groom, pops the question he must have the approval of the enormous family which will envelope her. So many, many members of the Royal Family of Qatar were assembled to meet a potential bride (me). Who was the groom to be? Unfortunately, not the handsome relatively youthful Emir of Qatar but, instead, his father – the man I call the Abdicated Emir, the father of the gargantuan family. (41 at last count). . My Prince and My Princess, two of his children, loved me and I them (they are now aged 18 and 16 respectfully). The Abdicated Emir of Qatar – the father of My Prince and My Princess had his eye on me. What!you say, he had never met you? Well, apparently, at that time, he was looking for a Western wife – number 7 (she would be lucky7). Proof of the pudding is this, a very reliable source informed me that he has subsequently married an English woman, with two young children.
What is proof of the pudding, that is a strange expression, it is a metaphor: This expression means that the best way to find out if something is good or successful is to test it yourself. My usage is somewhat different. I say he was looking for a Western wife and months later he marries one.
Why me? You might well question. Well, if a woman is favored by an extremely rich man – a woman becomes a commodity. I was favored by at least two very rich men at that time in my life. He perhaps decided to compete, one of the men came from a neighboring very rich Arab country and they were foes at that time. What is a commodity? It is a item, material, type of produce, product, article, object, thing, artifact, piece of merchandise; import, export. So I was a piece of merchandise, an object, a thing. Is that flattering? I was a not a Muslim at the time – my becoming one much led to the dismay of many Qatar family members. My Princess would argue with me telling me that I was not a Muslim and telling me what to do. She: You are not a Muslim! You have to wear a head dress, not swear, not drink, etc. etc. Me: You may be Royalty but I do what Allah tells me to do. Not what you tell me to do!
It was our last conversation, we were very close for about a year, she once considered coming to San Francisco, live with me, and attend high school. I made arrangements but she did not follow through, dropped all of these plans suddenly with no regard to the effort (and expense) I had exerted.
I feel used, exploited and, of course, relieved.
The invitation to live in Qatar offered by the third wife of the Abdicated Emir is also highly unusual. But she had met me. Her son asked me to give her a hug and kiss her cheek in the lobby of the hotel in London. She was most pleased, just beamed, when I did. I also nose bumped with a Prince (I think). That was most inappropriate but his wife, in a later text, forgave me. Only Arab men are supposed to nose bump and it would be unpardonable if a Muslim woman nose bumped a man. I have the video somewhere – it has circulated the radius of Doha several times I am sure. They filmed everything I did – and now I see, probably sent it to the Abdicated Emir.
To get back to the name choice.One can see that a name given by a Qatar Princess cannot be the final word. I am not sure what I need to do to change my Muslim name. I am sure that Allah will guide me. Why would I want to be Large and Sublime, when instead, I can be Mistress, Ruler, Meadow.
So Leah is shall be! Are there any women in the Islamic faith by the name of Leah? Yes, the wife of the Prophet Jacob. I do get the shivers when reading the traits of a Leah. It is me,,I do fear. The Prophet Jacob is, of course, deceased. Interestingly enough, there is a Jacob in my life at the present time.
The photograph is again of my studio. KING Horney, the unicorn, decided he wanted to start a blog cast.
The names for this pod cast are proliferating. From the Studio of King Horney, might be a suggestion. Hahahaha
