Oh Allah, you finally gave me wings, please let me fly. Ameen. As an asian girl I was taught that submissiveness is an admirable quality. Serving others takes you to Jannah and that strong people are only hurtful and insensitive. I grew up thinking that I should be weak. Any sign of strength that I… Continue reading Time To Be Strong
So if I’m really busy, I can’t hear the rickshaws outside. Don’t get me wrong, I love rickshaws, my kids cry if we call for the Uber cars instead of the Uber rickshaws. They consider the trips pure fun. I’m not talking about the rickshaws actually. This is all about stark contrast. Despite the age… Continue reading A Pakistani Illusion
Home is where the heart is… What a cliche. I never realised it was possible to be lulled into stagnation. I have never lived in one place long enough to really feel a sense of permanence. I broke the record though. I have been moving from house to house and city to city for as… Continue reading Where is home?
It was a lot of fun blogging early in the morning while my children slept. I enjoyed the silence and felt like I was getting somewhere. Rest can be a priority. Does that make sense? I need to give to myself before I can give to anyone else. If I haven’t slept enough, the broken… Continue reading Priorities
More often than I’d like, I’ve been too tired and overwhelmed to do anything beyond the basics with my children. Writing, spelling, grammar, math, Quran, some Arabic and basic Islamic studies. In a list, it sounds like a lot but it’s only worksheets and 20 minutes of quick daily reading. We’re not doing anything fun.… Continue reading Little rays of hope
I’ve thought over things I want to write about so many times, but figuring out a regular time to write and a way to remember the ideas I had just hasn’t happened yet. So for now I’ll just go with the flow. There are so many things I can write about. So many different internal… Continue reading If I could rewrite my education
Parenting in the old days was different. At least thats what some of the elderly will tell you. It was alright to yell. It was alright to spank. There was none of this positive parenting nonsense. That really gets to me some times. Like when my 4 year old decided she’s not going to go wash… Continue reading Don’t Judge Me By My Childs Behavior