A Letter from HF

Assalamalaikum wa rahmatullahe wa barakatuhu everyone- Alhamdulilah we have some very good news to share.  Allah (SWT) is  insha-Allah blessing us with another child. The current expected date is set 2nd/3rd week of June. We are very happy about this, especially since we can now justify the minivan with flame stickers and an “R-type” sticker…

The enemy within

Rubaiyaat xx & xxi i-xix here He whispering, withdraws To divert you from your cause The snow-white lamb of ‘later’ Has strangely wolf-like claws. **** He took the path of arrogance And insists you follow suit To plant the seed that grows the tree That blossoms rotten fruit.

Preventing Low Iman

It’s sneaking up on me again- low Iman.  And I don’t mean my novelty-sized daughter.  I mean my levels of faith, how alive my heart feels, how easily I wake up for Fajr and how hard I work to keep my mental jukebox clean and my thoughts of other people charitable.  It’s predictable, really.  In…

Out of the noses of babes

Iman: momma, wook!   issa booger. Me: Yes dear, let’s get a tissue. Iman: I eat it? Me: No! Do not eat that! [Iman is startled by my reaction, and then understanding dawns on her] Iman: [nodding sagely] Iss berry spicy.

Sigh.

Today is the end of day three without Khalid’s caregiver and therapist Joy, insert witty jokes about the lack of Joy in our lives here. Also, I don’t like email any more.  Or my phone.  Or the internet.  It all represents the constant inflow of work/requests/obligations that I am simply not equipped to handle without…

An Abaya Built for Two

So Iman has this routine that’s specific to us praying at home, which generally involves getting on all fours, crawling between my feet and then standing up inside of my Abaya.  Because I use a chair for half of my salah (for sajda, specifically) the space between my feet exists for the entire prayer, although…