Ramadan Update

AssalamuAlaikum Internets! It’s Ramadan again, the first year that all three of my awesome mini-humans are fasting. They’re super-stars at Suhoor, and they’ve collaboratively cooked eggs for themselves the past three in a row. Khalid is 13. (OMG) Iman is 11, Musfira will be turning 8 next month. It baffles and delights me when they…

Looks like my blog is getting some guest writers. :)

I am sitting in my living room right now, surrounded by all three of my kids, on three laptops, all three of them giggling in glee and reading through their own category tabs. It’s quite an amazing and lovely feeling, watching them interact with the previous versions of themselves and laughing at memories they’ve forgotten.…

5 Silly facts about my family

Hello my name is Cupcake. Well, my real name is not Cupcake. I just don’t want to share my personal info. At only 7 years old I’m very blessed to have my own computer. Anyways… On to the real thing. When my mom forgets people’s names when she is tired she says “What’s his face?”…

Erm… this is silly. WHAT IS THIS?!

Wow. My first time here in 8 years! So much stuff in the beast that is known for some reason as memory lane. There even was that incident where I kicked Andre’s ***! And embarrassingly, there even are… tabs on me. COMEY! C’MERE! THAT’S IT! TIME TO FIRE YOU! Editor’s note: Here is Khalid’s first…

Eeeek! I have to write a speech in a week!

I have a speech at a conference in one week and I am nowhere near done. They assigned me the topic of maintaining faith despite failure. I’m going to give them the benefit of the doubt and not believe they consider me an expert in the topic of failure. >:/ I’ve spoke about disability and…

Humans

Human beings are complicated.  In the last year of my life, I’ve observed more of them close-up, and in-depth for longer periods of time than usual. How? By volunteering on a committee.  I’ve learned that people who like to complain about things are usually less interested in solutions than they are in their own importance.…

Well, that escalated quickly…

When I dropped my children off to school this morning one of their little friends, who is six and in first grade, ran out of line to ask me a question. “Hey! Iman’s mom!” “Yes dear?” I answered. “Are you leaving the United States of America?” I blinked a few times. I must’ve blinked a…

Cleaning House

So it’s crunch time. The house is being packed and sorted into a bazillion little piles, all bound in invisible string and tied directly to my heart.  Every time a little pile- Khalid’s first artworks, Iman’s first story, Musfira’s baby blanket- fails to make the packing priority list, it stings as it’s tugged and let…

Ramadan Craft: Ikea Fanoos

So in parts of the world other than America (where I grew up) there is a Ramadan tradition of lighting and decorating with Fanoos, or lamps. In parts of the world, like America (where I grew up) there is a tradition of crafting things for no reason other than the fact that you can, yay!…

Insert Angst Here

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 I was having nightmares every night, and going to sleep…

Whee?

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 tomorrow. You can listen here at 10am GMT + 4.…

My brain is out of shape.

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 atrophy, and you forget how to put two words together…

The catch-up game!

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 2:22 PM (Edit) Boss… How do you make applesauce? *Sounds…

In a nutshell. In Chicago.

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 by we I mean me, myself, and all three of…

Ask me something. Please.

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 how I’m the director, technically even the most poorly worded…

Silence is Golden

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 been meaning to write but the problem with writing is…

Are we there yet?

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 she comes along with her upstart aneurysm to steal my…

Dubai vs. Bed Bugs- FIGHT!

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 we had bedbugs.  I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t relax, couldn’t stop…

Inquiring minds want to know

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 mad. When she wakes up it’s morning o’clock.  When she…

Update: check

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. That means I am helping my mother move apartments. I…

Crime, Punishment, and Batman.

Why yes, I am blogging about Batman.   Excuse me, I think my geek is showing. In this day and age superheroes have their own sort of mythology, and they are the modern equivalent of demi-gods in our shared popcultural experience.  They have devoted followers, fanatics even, and people can have stronger beliefs about which school…

Artfully vague but critically important

DPO, my former boss, asked me an interesting question yesterday.  He asked me whether I could consider the creation of another version of myself, one that had my existing strengths, none of my existing weaknesses, and all of the skills she needed to get what she needed done.  He called her Abez 2.0. We assigned…

Hehe

Two cows are standing in a field.  One turns to the other and says, “Hey, aren’t you worried about that whole mad cow disease thing?” “Why should I?” the other cow replies, “I’m a helicopter.”  

HAMMER TIME!

Sometimes I wonder how much longer that I -writer, doodler, talker, teacher, dreamer- will be able to continue working as a director.  Managing people, services, cashflow, and strategy- these all rub against my Muslim-hippie nature like a hair shirt. But since I don’t have a choice, the only thing I can do is suck it up,…

Three shades of crazy. And locusts?

AssalamuAlaikum Blogistan, hope you’re doing well! It’s been a while since I’ve written, and like most of my letters, this one starts off with an apology for being late too. So yeah. Here’s an update. Alhamdulillah, my children are gorgeous and amazing. Check! Alhamdulillah, HF is the perfect trophy-husband as usual. Check! Alhamdulillah, we are…

BEST SPAM EVER

I got this in my work email today. Normally spam makes me angry, but today, it made my day. In fact, it made me feel sociable, and…fluffy? Subject: Whatsup Bro: You have drawn my attention to a site of acquaintances. I hope, as I shall like you. How I to you in a photo? The…

Thanks Miffy.

For my next act, I will sit down and write. I will write about writing. I will write about the internet. And then, I will post my writing on the internet. *applause* It begins with a physiotherapist named Miffy. Miffy has been twisting me into knots for over two years now, and Alhamdulillah, her multi-disciplinary…

Cleaning up my desktop

I have the bad habit of using my desktop to keep unsorted files in view until they can be assigned to a file in my vast, over-sorted dropbox.  Some things though, aren’t like to find a home, and fit into the category of: Stuff I’d like to read again.  Tonight though, my beloved lappy is…