Mabrook Mabrook Mabrook

 

 

 

A very very very warm Eid mubarak to you lovelies in Advance. :)

I want to write the post regarding Eid, but I don’t know what to say. Eid is a joyful event that you can write a million things about:

• I could do a recap on the month of Ramadan.
• I could mention the fact that our community collected over $30000 for the Ramadan fund, in a matter of 25 days. Masha’Allah!
• I could write about the 24 cupcakes I have to make for Eid.
• I could write about the Eid gifts I have bought for my siblings, that they don’t know about yet. :D
• I could write about how much I love the Henna design on my hands.

And I could go on and on and on, but I don’t want to. I want to read/hear about what you have planned for Eid. How did your shopping turn out? What are you going to cook? What are you going to wear? How are you going to spend this exciting occasion with your loved ones?

I hope Eid 2011 turns out more joyful and blessed for you all. May your fasts and prayers in the blessed month of Ramadan be accepted, and may Allah reward you for your good deeds in the blessed month. They say that the last 10 days of Ramadan are the most important, Allah is more forgiving in these last few days, so please make the most of it. Fast, pray, recite Quran, and do what you can to strengthen your relationship with Allah (swt).

As for me? I will post a proper post up after Eid, until then…

 

Peace. Love. Nap time. ;) x

Say something nice :)

 

This is so incredible!

What would you say?

 

Have you been wondering…?

 

 

Have you been wondering where I have been for so long? If you have, then I must say that you should find something better to do with your time.

You see, the last night I spent at my aunt’s house I couldn’t sleep. When the one year old falls asleep, the baby wakes up, and when she falls asleep, the one year old wakes up and the trend goes on all night. Just watching my poor aunt hold one kid after the other and sometimes both in her arms while her eyes are burning red, due to lack of sleep I just couldn’t leave her all by herself and go home. So, I asked her to come along with me, and spend sometime at my place. She agreed, we packed and now it’s been a week since we’ve been home. Home sweeeeeeet home.

The night I got home, I received my work schedule on email and it turned out I was starting work the very next day. Since then I have either been working, or taking care of kids or been going to the mosque, every chance I get. And with the fasting and hot weather, by the time I get home from work or put the babies to sleep, or finish my Isha prayers, I am too exhausted to even lift my finger, let alone type up a blog post. So here I am justifying my absence, and hoping that you will understand. Now, lets change gears:

 

• University is starting from September 7, 2011. I’m excited, but I’m nervous. Very very nervous. I was telling my friend about how nervous I am and he told me to take it easy, and that I am going to love my first year. Well, I’m holding on to his words and let’s hope it turns out that way, insha’Allah.

 

• Laylat-ul-Qadr just passed. And what an amazing night it was. The mosque held and all-nighter, and we did prayers and read supplications together from after Isha prayers, all the way to Sehri. I’m trying to come up with words to describe how  it was, and how much peace and contentment we all felt in our hearts when we left the mosque in the morning, but I can’t. My words are not nearly enough to describe how glorious and peaceful my experience was. Subhan’Allah.

 

Those are the only updates I can think of from the top of my head. I just glanced at the time on the bottom right corner, and now I’m panicking because I have work at 8 am tomorrow, and I haven’t got one bit of sleep all day. So I’m going to have to leave you now. I had a few other things to add, but maybe another time.

Take care my lovely readers, and followers and have yourself a lovely week. Until next time…

 

Adios babies! x

An art. An eye. A passion.

 

We all like being inspired. By family, friends, teacher, celebrities, religion, education. Wherever the eye crosses a sight which sends that warm feeling of pleasure to the heart, and clicks in the tiny cells of the brain, it begins to run in the blood and becomes a passion. Whether it be recreational, technical, literary, historical or whatever else, it becomes that one thing that makes us feel organized in this chaotic world. A place, or an activity we can turn to when we need a break. A motivation. An inspiration. Maybe even a tiny voice inside the head that constantly reminds us to keep our balance and avoid falling off the track. Something that keeps us connected to the world, and when need be, disconnect us from the surroundings. Flipping through magazines, t.v channels, radio stations or when driving on the boulevard at night watching the bright flickering Ads and billboards, we are surrounded by passion. Other people’s passions. Though, an advertisement about shoes and 99 shades of L'Oreal lipstick may not run through our blood, it catches the eye. It ignites some energy and it feels good to know that someone out there is passionate enough about something to boldly speak it out to the world.

What’s your passion? :)

 

Yours Truly x

That sparkle in your eyes…

 

There is nothing more fun than giving a shower to a toddler. Their tiny little bums slipping and sliding in the tub while you spray them with some lukewarm water. As the first spray of water hits their dry body, the face expression is priceless. It’s like they think that they are drowning, so they reach their hands up and jump for air. haha! Throw in some toys so while  you shampoo them they keep distracted. Spray them at the most unexpected time to catch those exciting laughs they let out. But when/if you ever give a baby a shower don’t forget to make sure the water is warm before you spray them. Don’t do what I did and shower them with ice cold water for the first two minutes and then stand there wondering why on earth are their legs shivering. Wrap them up in a warm and soft towel and cuddle their tiny little body tight as they dry up.

What’s the most wonderful experience you have had with kids? :)

 

Yours Truly x

ps. To all the Moms out there: Apologies if I missed some major steps, I’m not actually a mother. :P

Silent nights

 

On nights that my thoughts are flying all around in my head unwilling to form a proper blog post for my lovely readers. I shall leave you with the thoughts of others. These happen to be words my heart can instantly connect with. Maybe you can relate too…

 

“Call it a clan. Call it a tribe. Call it a family. Whatever you call it. Whoever you are, you need one.” - Unknown

 

Yours Truly x

Marriage can wait lets have kids first!

 

So I’ve been away from home for three weeks now. I have been living at my aunt’s place who lives in a city four hours away from home. She just had a new baby girl, so I’ve been helping her around the house. She also has a six year old and a one year old and a husband who loves kids SO much, that he is almost like the fourth kid in the house! It is so entertaining and busy around here. Coming from a home where the youngest is eleven it is quite different being with little kids 24/7. I can barely keep track of  the days and nights nowadays, which is a good thing because it makes the fasting period go by super fast! 

Sometimes I feel really out of place in this house full of adorable children, because I have long passed that stage. Like I said, the youngest in my house is eleven years old so playing with toys and hearing constant screaming and crying is a very distant memory for me now. But I must say, that in my three weeks here with my aunt I have learned a lot of skills:

- Diaper changing

- Feeding toddlers

- Bathing toddlers

- Dressing up a newborn without twisting and turning her arms.

- Waking up at 2 in the morning to warm up a bottle of milk

- Helping my uncle put child proof locks in drawers and cabinets.

I have experienced it all. Sometimes while I’m holding the newborn in my arms and feeding her with the bottle at 2 in the morning, or chasing the one year old around the house trying to get him to wear sunscreen, I feel pretty frustrated. The first thought that comes to mind is: What am I doing here. But at the same time these are lessons that are going to come in very handy a few years from now when I have a family of my own Insha’Allah!

I can’t wait! :D

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change because I smell like Baby Vomit.

 

Yours Truly x 

And I return to the skyscrapers and neon lights that I call home…

 

You know that feeling you get when everything is out of place? That weird feeling you get when you see people  close to you transform into people you don’t recognize. Perhaps, people you don’t want to recognize? The sinking feeling when people are within your reach but you can’t reach them. You know that feeling where you feel like there are little cracks on your heart like a spider web, and you’re caught in between them? And when you feel the sudden urge to cry but your “Pillow” isn’t there for you? That feeling that makes you just want to drop everything and sit on the couch in the dark with your head between your palms and just breathe?

I don’t have it.

 

Yours truly x