As Ramadan was approaching, as I do every year, I thought about how I could plan a special Ramadan for my little ones. Each year I strive to make Ramadan spiritually better and festive than the last, and this year for them, I think I’ve come up with a way just for that. Continue reading
You may or may not have noticed but I haven’t blogged in a while. In fact, it has been over 8 months! It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s that I have been trying super hard figuring out his new life as a working momma that I fell off the face of
the blog earth, along the way.
Well, i’m back now and i’m going to tell you all about it.
واستعينوا بالصبر والصلاة
“And seek assistance through patience and prayer…” [al-Baqarah 2:45].
I don’t know that the fuss is about.
So, a few people are calling me [Muslims] terrorists and telling us to go back to our own country.
I’m a sand nigger.
I’m a rag head.
“Let’s kill them all!”, they say. Continue reading
Three words: Tantrums. In. Public. Continue reading
I’m sorry I yelled at you today. Continue reading
My chest got tight. The air was muggy, and reeked of Flaming Hot
Cheetos. The car suddenly felt smaller, than it already was. The doors were closing in on me.
I began to scream. “I can’t do this. Stop. Stop this car.” My husband stops the car, makes his way into the back seat and smacks me across the face.
So I tried.
And I failed.
Just because everyone said she would be ready, didn’t mean she was ready. After 5 EXHAUSTING days, I disinfected the potty training chair and put it in a corner. Only to look at it every now and then and mutter curse words under my breath.
I came out of that experience a different mother. A tainted one. From wanting a big family to … er, maybe two children is enough. The words potty and training in the same sentence ran chills up my spine. When people asked me how it went, my face turned white and told them I didn’t want to talk about it.
Yes, it really was that bad. Continue reading
Yesterday, on our ride home from a day of family fun, and unable to keep my eyes open, I confessed to my husband that i’m exhausted.
I didn’t think he really understood me so, I repeated, “No, seriously. I’m so exhausted.” Continue reading
My father is one of the most influential people in my life. Therefore, there are things that he has said that have stuck in my head over the years. One saying being around the time my brother had passed away, nearly 11 years ago. He said, with sorrow in his eyes, ” the death of a child is something I don’t wish on my worst enemy”.
Having children of my own now, I understand how powerful that statement truley is. I couldn’t imagine losing a loved one, especially my child. Watching the news becomes hard when unfortunately it is flooded with tragedy; kidnappings, death, and illnesses. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, a friend and I were standing in line at Panera Bread when I noticed a woman who was pregnant, rubbing away at her big ‘ol belly. Just rubbing in a circular, and very obvious rub, that shouted, “Hey ya’ll, I’M PREGNANT!” If rubbing her belly in wide, circular motions didn’t do her any justice, she then exclaimed, “I am hunnnngrrry. My baby is hunggrrryy.”
Okay, so I have to admit, I’m being dramatic. If it was that noticeable, I suppose my friend would have also noticed it, and she didn’t. I looked down at my belly, quickly removed my relaxed hand and thought to myself, “don’t do that … EVER!”
What’s my point? Well, since then, I began to make mental notes to what I don’t want to do or haven’t been doing, with my second pregnancy. Continue reading