Islam, Autism, Mom-ism.
Certain blog posts are composed entirely of angst. This will be one of them. And now, in alphabetical order, I present to you the causes of my angst. Arthritis: My everything hurts. But it stopped hurting when I started meds for the arthritis. But then…
Hey, we’re blogging again! See? I hope you like minecraft, because we sure do.
It’s raining, it’s pouring- the engines are roaring! On the roads of Dubai, the cars try to fly Then they slip and they slide into crawling. So I’m getting ready to leave for my morning meetings, but I’m doing so by staring at Google Maps and…
So MashaAllah, Musfira is getting taller, cheekier, and slightly wiser every day. She has taken to gently correcting me and educating me throughout my day, sharing the wisdom of her many years – all three and a half of them – and the result is…
There’s this thing in writing where you just make yourself write non-stop for a certain amount of time without the pressure of a desired outcome of the expectation of making any sense. I call it blogging. 😉 So I’m going to be on the radio…
It just wasn’t here. 🙂 Read it here
Some people say writing is an art. That’s because they’re silly. Writing is a sport actually- it’s like exercise for parts of your brain that otherwise go soft and floppy without creative stimulation. The less you write, the weaker your writing muscles become. Eventually they…
Broke my blog layout. Again. Hehe. I’ll get it figured out, InshaAllah. Until then, sorry!
AssalamuAlaikum Blogistan! So this is where I answer all of the shorter questions that were left last time. Some of you had longer and significantly more important questions, and InshaAllah those will be answered separately. But here we go: Sumaiyah September 8, 2014 at…
AssalamuAlaikum from Chicago! Did I mention I’m in Chicago? Right, sorry. So, as part of the unexpected life changes in our lives we’re in Chicago at the moment. Don’t worry, I still live in Dubai, but we’re here to see an Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome specialist, and…
What is your schedule like? I have a 7 month old now, any suggestions on how to be a calm parent, how to give the right tarbiyat, how to incline them towards Islam and the spicy Desi food. – Rubina AssalamuAlaikum Rubina. 🙂 Children are…
So, until I can get my head around the new and exciting challenges in my life and blog about it, let’s think of something to do while we’re waiting! I’m not very good at writing sometimes, but I can answer questions like a boss. Seeing as…
So I haven’t updated in a while. I understand that, for people who don’t follow me on twitter, that could mean that I’ve gone and died. Fair enough. My twitter handle is @zebasez. In case you want to see if I haven’t died yet. I’ve…
Me: Did you know that Muslims killed Dracula? HF: That makes sense, Muslims hate fun. Me: That’s the title of the lecture, don’t you remember? HF: “Don’t You Remember?” That’s a terrible title for a lecture. *trollface* :p
As part of our homeschooling exercises, I give Khalid written questions to answer about stories we’ve read. This was his terse, and entirely pragmatic response to the epic tale of Peter Rabbit. 🙂 Who is Peter Rabbit? He was the rabbit who robbed Mr.McGregor’s garden.…
So if there were ever any doubts that Owl is a dramatic, attention-seeking medical diva- allow me to lay them to rest. On July 1 she went in for her CT Angio. This is where they injected a radioactive dye into her brains to see how…
It Auschwitz it dripped
In Palestine in drips
From flesh it freshly flows
From the body as it rips
Seven months ago my lil sister of DeGrouchyOwl fame was diagnosed with a time bomb in her head, AKA an inter cranial aneurysm. In her brain. Yeah. Really. I know right. How rude. Here I am being all dramatic and in mortal medical danger and…
I dedicate this post to a friend, whose current state of perpetual war against invisible blood-sucking enemies not only qualifies her as a vampire-huntress, but also takes me back to the good ole days when I too had… bedbugs. It was the year 2009, and…
I am officially taking my blog back. From whom, you may ask. From myself. Because one part of me took my blog and claimed it in the name of Writing, while another part of me was like Hey, I was using that for catharsis! What…
Bones will heal and bruises fade
But time can’t heal the hurt words made.
There are no stitches for stupid bitches,
Lazy brats, you big retard
(no person’s hand could hit as hard)
Someone asked me about Musfira. Here you go. She’s almost three. She has the tiniest, adorablest, most comically novelty-sized bottom. MashaAllah. Last week she painted her hair pink. That was… fun. She got into some makeup and did a fairly decent job. I wasn’t even…
Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, HF has agreed to wrangle the kids on his own and let me zoom off to Ilm Fest! I’m going to Malaaaaaaysiaaaaaa! And also? I’m too busy to write properly. Away!
“Do you still have that ‘fear/depression’ after the shattering? I do.. still. The shattering did make me gain more trust .. But .. the fear of those trials or the depression still remains in a corner. I am still dangling between Hope and Fear (from the trials, Astaghfirullah).” -Tired of Trying
I’m trying to concentrate on prayer, and the following conversation transpires before me:
Musfira: Iman, canna have a cotton candy?
Iman: Musfira, these are cotton balls, not cotton candy.
Musfira; Notta candy?
Iman: No, it’s not candy. Do you know what this is made of?
Our lil family has a favorite game, and the way it’s won is by preserving momma’s sanity with three children and no volume control. We stick to animals to keep it simple, and a turn always starts with the phrase “I’m thinking of an animal,”…
I think I may not have updated for over a month. High score! So here’s the world’s shortest summary of last month: Iman: Grommets in, tonsils & adenoids out. Two weeks off school, ice-cream and lollipops FTW! We spent a day and a half in…
Forget the naked lollipop schtick and the oversimplification of covered = protected and protected = virtuous.
Hijab is about setting the market value for yourself in an economy driven by sex and how much it’s currently going for.
I am busy curating powerful germs. Because everyone needs a hobby. By Abez, The End.
Alhamdulillah, our office has finally been moved into the premises of the larger organisation that we are joining. It’s a real office. With real people. And when you’re me, every day is Take Your Toddler to Work Day! I think Musfira likes it so far.…
These days, there are four magic words from Musfira’s mouth that cause me to go into instant state of anxiousness.
“Mama, I hep yoo!”
It is the way of man that if
Sin should maul his hand
He at once withdraws and cradles it
And marvels at the pain…
I invited myself over to a friend’s house yesterday. Normally I invite people over to my house instead, but since we’ve been without a housekeeper for the past three weeks, I don’t think any of my friends would appreciate an afternoon in the sty with…
Ingredients:
200 grams of Hersheys unsweetened cocoa powder
1 cup (that’s it, one plastic cup)
1 flat, dry work surface. Preferably a coffee table.
20 minutes of suspicious silence…
The mechanism of autism is unknown, and that’s ok. Research takes time, especially when you’re talking about complex neurological disorders. We- the people who have to manage autism behaviorally before it can either be prevented or effectively treated- find meaning in our role in making…
Musfira comes skipping excitedly into my room:
Musfira: Momma! Iss somefing!
Momma: Yes dear?
Musfira: Somefing inna body went pffft!
(Musfirs grabs her bottom with both hands and grins)
Frazzled. That’s a great word. I like it. I will now use it. I don’t have a housekeeper again. My sister is leaving for Singapore for neurosurgery and three weeks in hospital in two days. Work is work. Enough said. My mother is moving apartments.…