Life’s Trials


This definitely was a tough weekend for us. It was a normal Sunday until about 1pm that afternoon. Hubby was watching his Sunday football and the girls and I were in my bedroom. When Alia decided it would be fun to roll on my bed….and like she usually does ignored my constant scolding of “Stop it you’re gonna get hurt!” Of coure nothing usually happens well at least nothing dramatic, that is until today. (more…)

My beloved children both my son and daughter returned back to New York yesterday. This has been a bittersweet summer to say the least. I learned many things about motherhood, patience, and tolerance. It’s definitely not easy being a mother of 4 on a fulltime basis. I have no idea how moms do it everyday, every second of their lives juggling responsibilities as a mother and wife. (more…)

The mysterious knight that stole your heart has left you with only his tracks of dust which dissipate quickly once you lose sight of him. It has taken quite sometime to heal from those inner wounds. Your dark and handsome knight discarded you because you suddenly weren’t good enough for him. (more…)

As days pass and years roll it doesn’t cease to suprise me when I tune into the news I hear of another terrorist plot to harm innocent civilians. It doesn’t shock me anymore. I think I’ve become unresponsive when they report the latest occurances in the world. I feel horrible that I have become this way. I know what they will say next in their reporting. “This is an outrage, we must protect our borders, end illegal immigration” and the one I’m already used too “We are on alert color yellow, orange…com’on is there a blue in there by any chance…let’s get real here. You know sometimes I feel we’re lab rats who are in science experiments. We can never completely be off-guard.   (more…)

By Leila Aboulela 

 Sunday, July 22, 2007; Page B03

ABU DHABI, United Arab Emirates

The West believes that  Islam oppresses women. But as a Muslim, descended from generations of Muslims, I have a different story to tell. It starts like this: You say, “The sea is salty.” I say, “But it is blue and full of fish.” (more…)

As a reminder for all of us, both parents, soon-to-be parents, and the ummah. 😉

 I would have to say that I’ve been a very busy spider throughout this summer. I was surfing the internet and came across this childhood book on www.babycenter.com (trying to find potty training materials). The book  I came across is an oldtime classic “The Very Busy Spider” by Eric Carle. The first thing that passed my mind was “I’m definitely a busy spider”. 

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Why do you hurt me?

Can’t you see through my eyes?

That I love you

Your emotions cold

And so bold towards me (more…)

Patience is a virtue that is expressed at the time of hardship. Patience is defined in the dictionary as bearing pains or trials calmly and without complaint and manifesting forbearance under provocation or strain. Ok so I think I was at wits end with all the afternoon thunderstorms we’ve had this week. The lack of outdoor fun has had the girls very rambunctious and at each others throats which has left me exhausted sore, and crying for help. (more…)

 

 

My soul aches in sorrow

 You see… I was left in the unknown

In an endless valley

Thinking I was going to be embraced

But, struck on the face

How could this happen?

No chance to fight back.

Here I find myself in a sack

By the hands 

Of the one I love

~ ~~

In my womb

there’s a light

That deserved to shine bright

Now my glances

Only of a glove

As my lifeless body

Is dragged on the ground

 I am embodied with dirt

Praying to be found

~~~ 

I am becoming less alert

But still able to see

He has no remorse

Why not spare us?

Asked for a divorce?

~~~ 

My body feels cold

The thumps in my womb

 No longer resume

I can let go now

No need to strive

Or fight to survive

~~~ 

How could this happen?

I was so blind

Thinking he was kind

Now I lay here

Feeling less fear

I will rest now

In my shallow grave

No need to worry

My pain has ended

~~~ 

Please fight for me

And make them see

I lived a life of grace

That can’t be replaced.

 

(Dedicated to the women and families whose lives have been robbed by  those they trusted)

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