Lost in a Tongue Twister
An Open Letter to my First-Born
My kids are my life.
I challenge you to say that 20 times, as fast as you can.
That. That is how to describe life as a mom in a nutshell in the modern day.
Being so caught up in the repetitive, robotic motions of cooking, cleaning, feeding, running errands, bathing, and everything else you can possibly do for your kids until the "kid" eventually becomes lost in the blur.
Three Things To Learn About Child Development From Islam
A little over six years ago, I had always imagined how I would ever get used to saying the word son. I would imagine myself at the doctor’s office for your first appointment telling the nurse at the front desk that I was there for an appointment for “my son.”
Rewriting the Definition
From before the time of Moses when the people of Egypt did not believe in the truth until they witnessed Moses' staff turn into a serpent until this very day, we humans have always demanded proof.
Unfortunately, many of us tend to put the words of Allah and his Messenger on probation until it is proven by science, at which point we change into our religious jerseys and say, "See? Islam already had that one figured out."
Learning to See the Rainbow
We love the library. The kids and I try to make a weekly trip at least once if not twice a week but not just to check out books. We go to experience it. Over the years I have come to learn that a library tells a lot about us, our lives, our community. It tells us where we are and what we have accomplished as a human race.
Little People Big World
One of the most difficult, mind boggling, stressful, nerve-wracking, and most beautiful things I have ever had to do in my life is raise a child.
And then two.
Raising children is like being on a boat in the middle of a raging thunderstorm while golf ball sized hail is plummeting from the sky and….
From SLP to Author
Most people will only see a baby pear in this picture. Small, cute, and novel. But then there are some who will see more. They will see the tiny hands wrapped around the baby pear, fitting so perfectly in those two little palms as though…
For those of you who follow my Facebook and Instagram page (you rock) you may have already seen this, but it's worth mentioning here.
I'm one of those mothers that has been hoarding beautifully illustrated and well written books, Islamic and general themed, before my babies were born. If it had words and pictures- I had it. After my son was born I found how scarce high quality Islamic literature was to find. Like finding a needle in a haystack, or more like finding a hijab pin in a car…