Musings

It's close to midnight and if it were a school night I'd be getting myself ready for bed. Or would I? When you have a baby, your sleeping hours aren't really fixed. Since Ramadhan, I feel it is a blessing that I get to wake up at 2 or 3 am to give her milk and also to be able to sit in solitude praying.. I can think of a lot of things to share here today but I may have to wait for another time for those other things. Right now I'd just like to be thankful for the blessings God has granted me. One of them, is having students who teach me a thing or two. (of course I do have students who give me heartbreak and pain.... ) Who remind me of good things and who show me good character. May your life be blessed with Allah's love and grace. May my daughter one day possess the good qualities to touch people's lives too.. Goodnight and make the most of the remaining days in Ramadan! :)

One more tooth is coming out! (totalling to 6) :D One week of coughing and sneezing :( One more week of holiday..... :((

Picking up my habit of reading again this holiday I came across this poem; it's quite long but here's part of it: If tomatoes wanted to be melons,  they would look completely ridiculous, I am always amazed that so many people are concerned with wanting to be what they are not; what's the point of making yourself look ridiculous? You don't always have to pretend to be strong, there's no need to prove all the time that everything is going well, you shouldn't be concerned about what other people are thinking, cry if you need to, it's good to cry out all your tears (because only then will you be able to smile again). Written by Mitsuo Aida (1924-91), poet & calligrapher. I can relate to this poem since I often want to be Wonderwoman .. I can't claim myself as one but I sure try to be one. Yet nobody's perfect.. You have to ask for help from people at some point. Like getting a cleaner to tidy up your house. Gett...

This is the last day of May and my 6th day of holidays.  My daughter is babbling words in her playpen while watching Timmy Time. Adorable :) I on the other hand have come here to write something profound while one eye is watching over the little one just opposite me. Nothing is coming out. But let me just say that blessed am I to be able to enjoy these moments with her in this safe environment right now. And as I read about the children who were massacred in Syria, I send a little prayer for them all that Allah blesses their little souls and may they rest in peace. 

This time I'm not going to declare my intentions to write and how much I will write because it is pretty clear that these days, I can't promise things like that anymore.. :D The urge to blog has been strong lately and ironically now I'm here I haven't a clue what to share. Or maybe I do.. My baby continues to amaze me everyday. The fact that her first word was `Mama' is a start. And maybe since she now has 4 cute tooths at the age of 7 months (people say this is not common..). She laughs at my funny faces (thank God it works), has more vocabulary besides `Mama' and is eating as well as taking milk. I still hate leaving her in the morning and wish I could take her to work.. In short, having a child is bliss even though I can't claim to be a hot mama (seriously my dress sense has deteriorated since having her.. it's not as if it was great before her.. haha).. and despite the house being in a topsy turvy state (I need a maid!).. I am blessed, Alham...

Here I am surrounded by 3 sleeping cats and a baby, a mug of tea and the TV blaring the sounds of my daughter's favourite cartoon.. At 6 months you'd never imagine a baby to have preferences! But that she does ;) I shouldn't claim myself to be a blogger since I've pretty much abandoned this blog for months. Time. Was what I couldn't find to share my musings.. Or time was just used up for other things since the last time I wrote. It's a one week holiday now and I fantasize that I'll have time to share a thing or two.. But five minutes ago the little one just woke up.. and so.. I gotta run! So has anybody really missed me here..? I doubt so :p

I'd like to think that on some days, the green hat I put on really reflects what it means- at least to Edward De Bono - who created the idea of the 6 thinking hats. If you don't know, the green hat centers on CREATIVITY.. Which means that when we're thinking.. we should try thinking creatively. I think I've been showcasing that trait since I've managed to devise probably more than a dozen lullabies to put my baby to sleep this holiday. Of course sometimes I pick up on existing tunes and make my own lyrics.. Then at other times it's these `never-before-heard' melodies that I believe puts little Khadeeja to sleep.. ;) Now that, is creativity.. haha I can't say much about the Malay dramas I've been following on the idiot box these days.. Plots seem to be different but then end up being those you've already seen and heard. So what's the catch then? Why am I still glued to the screen? Cuz people in general are attracted to drama- in any form t...