I don’t know why I’m even blogging right now, except that occupying my mind helps distract me from the state my body is in right now. I slept until 1pm today. Straight- or nearly straight- through from ten pm the night before. And I woke up in a pile of toys and books and vaguely remember Khalid and Iman coming to jump on me and kiss me and yell MOMMA YAKE UP! enthusiastically, but then Joy and Cindy very kindly removed them from my dream and sleep continued.

And here I am at 8:45 pm, HF is putting Khalid to bed, Iman is already asleep, and my stomach is churning itself in bright green waves of turbulence. On the plus side though, I did manage to get out of the house today and met not one, but two nice people.

Nice Lady No. 1 gently tapped me on the shoulder while I was morosely nursing a cup of coffee outside of the Ikea in Festival City. She had a free spot at her table, and invited me to join her and her adorable hot-dog eating six year old. May Allah bless her for her kindness, we chatted for about twenty minutes and I even almost forgot how sick I was feeling.

Nice Lady No. 2 is, apparently, a neighbor from up the street who Joy introduced me to, and she sat with me in the park this afternoon while we let the kids have their daily run-amok. Warm late-afternoon sun, sounds of children laughing, nice conversation- it was another mini-vacation from being sick and exhausted, and I think I may be beginning to understand why it is such a blessed act in Islam to visit the sick. Conversation helps. Thinking about something other than how toxic you feel helps take your mind off how toxic you feel. I need to remember how good it felt to talk to someone and why I must remember to pass this on to someone else if I get the chance.

And of course, there’s HF- who helped me make dinner, and yesterday ordered lunch, and is putting Khalid to sleep right now, and who gently wakes me up for Fajr after having turned the water heater on first, who covers me up when I fall asleep in an arm chair and goes out of his way after work to buy Khalid’s hypo-allergenic breakfast cereal.

May Allah bless you, HF, and Nice Ladies No. 1 and No. 2. May the kindness you’ve shown me be returned to you a hundred fold in this life and the next.


Abez is a 50% white, 50% Pakistani, and 100% Muslim. She is also chronically ill and terminally awesome. She is the ever-lovin Momma of: - Khalid, a special little boy with autism - Iman, a special little girl with especially big hair -Musfira, an especially devious baby Spoiler, Abez is also Zeba Khan on Muslimmatters.org.

  1. Abez

    Well, I am blessed to have Joy, Cindy and HF on staff so that if I need to spend 16 hours in bed (which I did the other day) I can do that. Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, having help is such a blessing

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