Musings

Today marks my parents' 42nd wedding anniversary! A figure I would say, Alhamdulillah, and congratulations for having reached it. At 69 (Mama) and 67 (Papa), they have raised 4 (ehem, beautiful) daughters lovingly and they continue to do so.. I pray they are blessed with health, long life and prosperity and that my sisters and I don't cause them any pain even at the `old age' that we are now ;) We've given them a lot to worry about in the past and now more than ever, we should know better.. Even if we're only human and sometimes do end up crawling back into their arms asking for help :D My husband and I have made it to 12 years Alhamdulillah and praying for more years to come..;) Since we're on the topic of marriage, this year has been a year of wedding invitations, some expected, some surprising. It makes me sad to admit that I only managed to make it to maybe just 2 of the weddings I was invited to.. out of like 10! At this age, of course it's not frie...

Here I am sprawled on the bed keeping vigil watch over a baby who just turned one a week ago and is coughing occasionally in her sleep. Taking care of a sick child can be scary especially when her temperature spikes up and she starts vomiting everything she ate.. Ok enough gory details. This has been going on for 5 days now and I have missed 2 days of work (much to the joy of my students i think).. Was just reading my old posts and I stated once that my students were my life.. I suppose that still is so, but having a child has changed my priorities of course. That goes without saying. But I do try to keep track of some of you reading this.. Here's what I gathered: Some have returned back to study, some are flying off, some are waiting for a ticket, some are busy taking pics of their new moments abroad.. Some are dissecting bodies or travelling the world. Some are beginning their new life as husband and wife.. Some are having babies! And the list goes on. What an interesting bunc...

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...