Islam, Autism, Mom-ism.
Hello peeps. It’s me, Iman. Life has been pretty crazy so far. Masks are now the new fashion, Bernie Sanders lost the democratic nomination (NOOOOOO), and the US is now the world’s hot spot for covid-19. THE END IS NEAR! It’s all I think about everytime…
Hello everybody, it’s me, Iman! I recently tried out middle school, and I can tell you the awful time period it is, just getting out of elementary school. For all of those adults who JUST CAN’T remember being a sixth grader, I can tell you…
PUTTING ON A HIJAB E: There! one big swoop! all done! not a single hair showing! R: Owww! get on you stupid hijab! AAARRRRGGGG!!!! STOP SLIPPING OF MAH HEAD!!!!! BEING ASKED ABOUT WHY YOU WHERE HIJAB E: I wear a scarf because my religion tells…
Ok. A few nights ago I tried to wake Iman up for suhoor…but no. She wouldn’t wake up. I tried to wake her up. Here is a list of unsuccessful techniques I tried to use: #1 Shaking her #2 Yelling in her ear #3 Robbing…
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…
GOT THE BIGGEST ICE CREAM LOVE IMAN Note from Momma: Iman typed this blog by herself, and I had no intention of making any changes, but when autocorrect underlined her spelling of “bigist,” she had to ask why the computer was putting red lines under…
(I am sitting at the dining table working on my computer, and suddenly I get a jabbing feeling in my left side.) Me: Iman! What are you doing? (Iman grins and holds up her pink pencil) Iman: I poking you! Me: Yes, I can see…
Iman is “flying” a kite in the front yard (*hint, Momma hung it on some fishing wire tied between the car port and the gazebo) and singing a song of her own making. She’s been playing happily outside on her own for the last fifteen…