Family


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This past Eid-ul-Adha we attended a potluck dinner at my cousin’s house.  It is  so different going to these dinners now that I am a wife and mother. When I attended these dinners before I used to just play with the kids and not really care whether I taught them anything or how anything I said could be perceived.  In other words I didn’t really look into my actions as having any influence on the minds of young impressionable children.  Now I realize everything I do can and does have an impact on them.  I am someone they can potentially look up to..who would’ve thought?! =)

An incident happened at Eid that made me realize the raising of our kids will be so different than how we were raised, because this generation is different both internally and externally (social influences) than the ones our parents or grandparents raised.

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At the dinner there was an argument that occurred between the boys and the girls on whose turn it was to play the Wii.  The two young boys said it was their turn and of course one of the boys’ sister went to her mother and said “He won’t let us play the Wii, Mommy.”  This erupted in a fully loaded argument by the boy explaining how it was their turn to play and the parents trying to frustratingly come up with a solution that would appease both sides of the party. (more…)


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They say having kids changes you forever. I knew this was true, but that it would be such a humbling experience was unknown to me. It’s true that you can only imagine what something will be like, but actually facing the reality is a whole different story. Three months ago Allah Subhanahu wa ta’ala (Praise be to Allah, Most Exhalted) blessed me with my first baby, a girl. I was in awe from the moment I met her. I was finally able to see and hold what was just a blurred image the previous nine months. Holding this tiny being made those sleepless nights, the morning sickness, the drastic pangs of labor all worthwhile. I was truly humbled that Allah (swt) chose me for this job, a job where the rewards are endless. I was speechless at the thought of Jannah (heaven) under my feet as a raised status for having a baby. The real status that has been shining is that of the Almighty Allah (swt) He has been there through this journey, miraculously putting food at my work desk when I was too exhausted to walk and too hungry to go on. As I watch my daughter grow, I see what had been happening all along. He’s (swt) been fulfilling His promise to provide from means unimaginable. As I watch my baby I see that He (swt) has continued to provide for her through my milk. Allah (swt) has given me the honor to take care of this tiny baby who has not a speck of dirt on her little heart. It has been wonderful spending day and night bonding with her to the point where she smiles at my face and coos at my voice. Sad but true, she also cries at my disappearance (even if it’s just to the bathroom). These cries have only reminded me of something I’ve been trying to avoid; my return to work. (more…)

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