Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Plane, Trains & Automobiles -- Summer 2010

Z-Team,
This is our first day home after a month of being on the road. Thirty days, two states, two sets of grandparents, and more memories than I can ever count. Allah SWT is truly merciful. Our trip was amazing. I'm supposed to be unpacking, so I'm going to just log a few of my favorite memories in bullet form. Insha'Allah, I'll go into more detail at a later date.

Cali:
- Your grandmother's cooking (all time favorite for all of us)
- Riding the steam train with Uncle Ismael
- Jummah at Lighthouse
- Going to the beach with Grammy Jeddah after Jummah
- Riding the cable cars & spending the day in San Francisco with the whole family
- Zuri's 1st birthday at Fairyland
- Playing in the backyard
- The weather
- Catching up with The Bay Area community
- Watching you two play with your grandparents
- Walking the lake and farmer's markets
- Watching you two play with my brothers
- Spending time with The Thomas Family

Texas:
- Spending time with your grandparents
- Going out with your father while your grandparents watched you two
- The circus
- Backyard water play
-Swank date nights with your father


I know I am forgetting so many things that made the trip special. These are just a few of the things that really stuck out to me. Overall, I just thank Allah SWT for his mercy by bestowing such loving parents on your father and I. I truly pray for many more summers like this.


Sunday, July 11, 2010

365 Days of Zuri



365 days can be converted to one of these units:

* 31,536,000 seconds
* 525,600 minutes
* 8760 hours
* 52 weeks (rounded down)


I remember clearly, this time last year, being angry, hot, past due, and feeling mild contractions. Since we all figured you'd come around late June, early July at the latest, I was past tired and annoyed with the waiting game. The thought of going through labor again scared the living dayligts out of me. I was told, as most people are, that the second time around would be quicker and more intense. The idea of pain more intense than what I felt with Zayd down right terrified me. I think, well at least in part, you stayed inside a little longer to help me mentally prepare for the task at hand. I remember going to jummah the day before your birth and finally feeling ready to face the unknown. i tearfully pleaded with Allah to "get this baby out of me" so that I could begin the journey of geting to know you.
My labor intensified by the morning. I remember cleaning the bathroom at around 11am and talking to your auntie. I told her that I was in labor, but that I wasn't going to "tell anyone", because again, I was past due and onry as they come. After scrubbing the bathrom to my satisfaction one last time, your father, your grandmother, your brother and I proceeded to the park to take a slow and contraction filed walk aroud the lake. I will say, for July 11, it was mercifully cool that day. I remember stopping ever so often to do my nice pregnant rock and sway on your father's shoulders. We actualy had a wonderful heart to heart in between contractions on a bench by the lake, while your grandmother played with your brother at the park.
Next, we headed to Panera, because a girls got to eat and all. By this time my contractions were super intense, and I was once again annoyed that everyone else was laughing and enjoying themselves at the table, while I felt like my insides were splitting open. I managed to eat my food anyway, even though my stomach felt like a tight ball.
Next, upon my insistance, we headed to Walmart for something random like paper towels, that I felt I just had to have before I had my baby. Being the prepared people that your father and I are, we also picked up a birthing ball and a few things for my hospital stay. What I remember most about Walmart is your father and I obsessing over finding a video long enough to keep Zayd's attention while we were gone. As much as I knew you were coming, my brain was still very fixated on insuring that your brother was comfortable while I was gone. I didn't want to leave him. I remember that vividly.
My contractions were pretty intense in Walmart-- gosh this sounds so dang on suburban-- a lot of nice onlookers stopped to offer their support. I had another big one or two in the parking lot, which dang near scared this poor man to death. Mom suggested that we head straight to the hospital once we dropped she and Zayd off, but Khalid and I both felt it was too soon.
At home I some how found a way to wobble my huge butt up three flights of steps to get into my bathtub. To say that sitting in that warm water felt good would be the understatement of the year. Somewhere around this time, the thought that had been firmly rooted in the back of my mind began to fel like the best decision. I wanted to go to the hospital about as much as one wants to get a limb cut off. My doctor was on vacation, we never actually did the hospital tour, I didn't want to leave my mom and Zayd, and I felt so very comfortable and safe in my home.
Your father was dashing around like a mad man packing his hospital bag. The fact that he was doing this while I was in active labor kinda pissed me off a lot, and is something that I still hold over his head. Mom kept bringing my iced tea and other good things to eat and drink. She tried very hard to get me dresed to go to the hospital. At this point I remember sobbing and telling her that I didn't want to go. She tried to have this talk about how I had to and it would be okay, but I found her much more comforting thatn last-minute-hospital-bag-packer, and the thought of leaving her was just not an option.
Mom managed to wrangle me into some maternity clothes and Khalid went to load the car. By this point I was down right sobbing about how I didn't want to go. I made it down one flight of steps, my water broke,and the pain became unbearable. I remember letting out a loud howl, hearing a huge splash on the floor, and being brought down to my knees with the intensity of the pain. Mom was still desperately trying to usher me down the steps so that I could get into the car to go to the hospital. I knew, clear as day, that me getting into a car at this point was not an option. Mom kept insisting, so I did what any reasonable person would do on all fours climping down their staircase-- I began to push. You mother is a champion pusher, masha'Allah, I've been doing Kegels since way back, and pushing to me is the one satisfying and redeeming thing about labor. I love to push, and as I crawled down the steps on my hands and knees, that's just what I did. I will never forget your grandmother telling me to stop pushing. Always the willful child, that just made me go at it with more intensity.
By the bottom of the stairwell, I substantially certain that everyone was on board with the fact that I was going to have you sooner than I'd be able to get to any hospital. Your father matter-o-factly said, "Yeah, she's crowning". At ths point my discomfort level was about 900%, so I begged for a pillow to put under my back so that I could push you out on the floor with some dignity and all.
So I lay there on the floor, with your grandmother acting as midwife, and your father acting as birth coach, while passing instructions to yor grandmother via 911. Poor Zayd was so frightened by all the screaming that he holed himself up in the guestroom and looked at us al like we were insane. I remember him calling out for me, and me trying to reassure him that I was okay. A few screams and three good pushes later, you came into this world riding a sea of amniotic fluid. Zayd ran over and exclaimed, "Ohh, a baby!". You waved your left arm in the air as to catch your bearings and let out the sweetest little baby cry. My heart melted and I felt that new baby love that is primal and intense.
The super nice EMT guys came and took us to the hospital. I spent most of the night just holding you and looking at you; too high on adrenaline to even sleep. You had the fatest little red cheeks and these little eyes that just seemed wise beyond their years.
Always the rebel, we fought like crazy to get released early, and you were home, in my arms by that next evening.
That's your story Baby Girl. I pray that your life is as unique and as exciting as your entry into this world.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Zuri at 11 Months

I can already see you at 16 chastising me for not writing more post about your early development. Admittedly, going from one to two in less than two years was a bit of a doozy... the understatement of the year, but we made it. Alhamdullilah.

So, what can I tell you about your newly 11 month old self. First off, let me tell you, once again, that you were the best little surprise baby I could ever not ask for. I wanted another child so close to Zayd as I wanted a hole in my head, but truly Allah is the best of planners. You came with your sweet little angelic face and captured the heart of the entire family. Strangely I vaguely remember you not being here, because your arrival seemed like a rewind of parenting Zayd.

Here are some fun little antidotes about you:


- You cut your two bottom teeth this week.

- You are extremely verbal. Your favorite noise is "Dinosaur Scream", as we've lovingly/ not-so-lovingly named it, a shrill high-pitched battle cry . Dinosaur Scream manifest itself when someone takes an object from you, when someone won't pick you up fast enough, when someone takes a foreign object out your mouth, when Zayd pisses you off, when stranger get to close,when you are foprced to get into the carseat, and occasionally during undesired diaper changes. Dinosaur Scream is special...

- Your next favorite thing to say is "Yeah Yeah". This is used as an answer to any question that sounds remotely inter sting to you, and also is sometimes just pronounced thoughtfully while playing with toys. You also do a nice "Buhh Buhh" and a " Dahh Dahh". Did I mention your "Eii Eii".

- You have no interest in any developmentally appropriate toys if Zayd is anywhere around. You are perfectly content snatching his toys and coveting on all things power cord.

- Your most recent trick is to demand to walk alone. You'll pull your hand away from us and walk as quickly as you can in the direction of your choosing. Lucky for us you're not that fast yet, but I know that is coming sooner than later.

- You like to eat rice, beans, peas, spinach, broccoli, a little meat from time to time, and any soft fruit. You seem to still love pears.

- You love music, and I am so happy to FINALLY have a dance partner. You love to dance round the house with me, bouncing and shaking your little self on my hip.

- You wear a size 3 diapers and can techinally still wear 9 month clothes, but I put you in 12 months because you are little but kind of long.

- You are still as bald as the day is long. Everyone tells me to be patient and enjoy your wash and wear style, but I do secretly pray by two that you can have a ponytail or something -- I mean just something.

- Your eylashes are ridiculously long. The curl up and touch your eyelids.

- I can always distract you by saying , " Oh, where is Zayd"...

- You get extra excited about books with babies faces in them. I feel kind of bad about that discovery, because you've mostly just been a tag-a-long reader to anything your brother picks put. Now I'll be sure to check you out a few more books from the library.

- You are still a boob monster, bottle boycotter.

- You stink right now and you are crying to be held. So yeah. That's you in a nutshell. Now back to you.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Long Time

Long time no we.

Zuri's love for all things metal finally short-circuited my computer cord. I cant help but laugh at the rust brought on by baby drool. Zuri is running around making folks nervous on the playgrounds. She climbed two flights of steps last week and began walking around on the top floor like she'd won the Olympics. Zuri is my baby girl, my heart.

Zayd is so full of energy. I was recalling how much he used to bounce around inside me when I was pregnant with him. I remember he kicked soo hard on May 27, when we caught our flight to Paris. Zayd is my little hype man.

I pray Allah(SWT) today and always that I cherish my role as mother, and continue to strive towards being better at it. My main goal for the remainder of the spring & summer is learning and preparing for Zayd and Zuri's fall education. I have a LOT to learn, but alhamdullilah, I have some amazing role models and an amazing support network, masha'Allah. So that's about it in a nutshell.

Mother's Day 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010

Zayd close to Three


You love to look at me and tell me that you're "going to school," and I "can't come". Admittedly I was slightly offended the first three or four times you told me, but now I support and encourage your decision. Assert you independence little peanut headed boy. I'll step back a notch or two, but you're not getting rid of me and Baby that easy.

Baby seems to be a mixture between a pet and a playmate to you. It's hard to really play with someone who just wants to eat your stuff and wreck all of your Lego buildings. At the same time, Baby is always around and pretty much down for whatever. As such, you often times just make due. You are quick to put Baby on time out for the slightest of infractions. She seems not to mind your passion for discipline -- thus far at least. She thinks your are the bee's knees. I pray that she always foster a high opinion of her big brother.

You all laugh at each other while eating breakfast. If I put the music on and time it just right, I can actually take a shower while you two laugh, eat, and listen to music -- joy. I'm so happy that you have each other. I am so thankful that Baby has you as a big brother. You are very serious about your Do-not-touch-my-baby-sister threat... I really think if you focused on the knee cap, you might actually be somewhat effective. Man, you are such a lover, not a fighter.

On love. Zayd, you fall in love about three times a week. It always starts with you noticing that special someone between the age of 3 and 50; you making funny facial expressions and babbling; you going in front of said love interest and speaking inchoherently while twisting your body back and forth; blank stare from you heart's desire; me telling you to put your tongue back in you mouth... You remind me so much of myself that it both pains me and cracks me up. I told your father that single sex education will likely be a must in your case. You like pretty shiny things my love. Remember that your mother called it first.


Today you fell in love with a young Ethiopian, and a blond girl in a stroller sucking on a pacifier. I think the stroller chick was kind of feeling you too, but I'm not encouraging such behavior. My beautiful first born, all growed up..

Zuri at 9 months


Zuri Mamma is what I call you. You are the sweetest little toothless thing I've ever seen. You walk like you're on stilts-- your knees don't bend, and you are so ecstatic at your new found freedom that you literally fall over with pure joy and excitement. Zuri Mama. You are so shy around new people. It's funny getting to intimately know a shy person. In the home with us you are full of jokes and plenty of lip if anyone takes anything you feel rightfully belongs to you. Outside of the house, you are all about head hiding and arm clinging. You are my adorable little fuzzy headed koala bear.

Zuri Mama, I adore you. I'm so used to you sleeping in the crook of my arm that I often find myself positioned just such in my sleep. Zuri Zuu, you are still a late night milk monster. I wake up feeling like I ran a half-marathon each morning. Sometimes I wake Khalid just so he can listen to your greedy night gulping. We both know that technically big butted 9 month old babies don't have to nurse 50-11 times a night, but that doesn't seem to phase you. You are bedroom hater #1 extrodinaire-- you sleep RIGHT in the middle of the bed.

Zuri Mama, what type of woman will you be? I have mu hopes, dreams, and aspirations for you, but you have your own path to walk upon. I'll keep my thoughts between Allah and I..okay, at least I'll try. Zuri my love. My favorite surprise. My heaven sent friend. My daughter. My baby girl. The best of me, I pray. The best of me.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Until We Meet Again

At my dearly beloved Deep Southern, old-school, back country, boardig school, we used to sing, "May His Peace be with you, till we meet again". I still love that song to death! Anyway, it abut that time to round up, revamp, reflect, and rebuild. As such, I will be taking a short, insha'Allah, hiatus from my blogging. However, like most bloggers, the urge o "share" is so strong that I seriously hope this break light the fire under my arse to really do what I want. So please remember my for my little band of hooligans in prayer, and I'll do the same for you.

May His Peace be with you.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Slow & Steady

Z-Team,
One can say your father and I are "slow and steady", or one can say that we two just are slow. We are FINALLY putting the final touches on our epic task of....... wait for it.... wait for it..... switching rooms for you two. Our 'Zayd's Big Boy Room' has been a pestering project since -- say, Zuri was born.

Twelve list and fifteen Ikea trips later, I think we are at the finish line ----- insha'Allah. Mind the accent wall that I am so set on doing--- which never seems to get done... ever. So one bookshelf, one dresser, one toddler bed, one new duvet cover, one rug, curtains, hangers, organization mesh net thingies, wall decor... yeah, as you see it's one thing after another.

Your parents are on the cusp-- right there on the edge. Let's just all collectively pray to God that ths project gets done before Zayd refuses to switch rooms. If that happens, Zuri is going to have the flyest transportation themed room on the block.... and Zayd, yeah, well the nursery technically is still his room.

Okay, I have to go upstairs and micromanage your father. He totally loves it when I do that.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Zuri's First Step

Baby girl. You let go of an overturned basket in the living room, got comfortable with a little hang time, then carefully took your FIRST step. I saw it! I saw it all! What a Merciful God is He. I get giddy just thinking about it. I don't know of anything as exciting as watching the evolution of the human brain. Days like this I know that I am EXACTLY where I'm supposed to be. Gosh, if I can only remember that on the bad days.

Thank you Allah for these beautiful children. Thank you for allowing me to watch so many aspects of their development. Thank you for a beautiful daughter who took her first step today. Thank you for her hilarious big brother.

God Is.

** I totally made your big event my FB status.***

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

What is vs. What Ought to Be

I read a case in law school, where the judge made a good distinction about "what is", versus "what ought to be". I don't know, but the sheer truth of that statement really hit home with me. Hypothetically, one would think if one got up at 3Am to have some "personal time" in the bathroom, one would be alone. I mean hypothetically and all. However, what "is", isn't always what "ought" to be. So when Zayd decided to curl up in my arms and join me on this hypothetically 3Am bathroom trip, I was kind of cool. I mean not really, but too sleepy to care. Now when Zuri woke up screaming and trying to get to the new "Party on The Toilet", things got a little strange. Parenthood is some hilariously unpredictable stuff. That is both, "what is", and what "ought to be".

As salaam alaikum.

Monday, March 8, 2010

I love days like this.

Zayd & Zuri,
I enjoyed spending the day with you two -- for the most. Playgroup was quite some fun. Zuri stole the show by literally running across the floor using a push toy. People get nervous to see a child so little so mobile. You are something else Little Girl. Zayd enjoyed playing with so many different personalities. I love the most when he finds another little aggressive bossy kid to butt heads with -- the dialogue is hilarious.

I listened to music and cooked up a really good meal, masha'Allah. I was so proud of it that I made it my status update on FB.

Grilled Green Curry Tilapia, soy ginger broccoli with assorted peppers, Kaila rice, & a shredded ginger, red onion, carrot salad. What did you cook him/her tonight? Seriously curious.




Okay: Zuri in Ergo. Zayd sleeping. Khalid finishing kitchen. Me about to crash while can.

God is Greater. God is Greater.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Whirlwind

A whirlwind of good activities is always a good thing. Alhamdullilah. This weekend was one of those whirlwind times. An aqeeqah and wedding in different parts of Virginia -- hours away from each other different parts-- made this a mileage intensive, but wonderfully fun weekend.

I got to meet sweet little Baby Abiade. He is little, adorable, and loud. Zayd got to play with his good, good, buddy, "Adeew". Khalid and I got to spend some short, but memorable time with one of our happiest and chillest coupes friends ever. Alhamdullilah. There is nothing more comforting than being in a home filled with Sakinah --- our families were collectivelly chill-laxing seriously hard. Did I mention that Auntie Kalia made the BEST sweets, yet again, for the baby's aqeeqah??

I spoke at the lovely walimah of my dear friend Miriam. We went to law school together, and she is as kind and loving as they come, masha'Allah. Okay, your mother is so tired that she can no longer see straight. The good thing is, the weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow, insha'Alah. We are going to be out as LONG as possible!! Z-Team!! Bring it on Monday, insha'Allah.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Good Morning Loves

As salaam alaikum Z-Team,

It's 7:41AM, and for all intensive purposes, this is the time that can make or break our day. Your father just left, frantically, after trying to do a million things. I think that man gets about 4.5 hours of sleep a night. (I have to help enforce a bedtime routine with him...wow, I sound like a mom.) Poor thing, he worked late, only to come home to find me sprawled across the bed with Zuri sleeping on my back in the Ergo Baby. I know I gave him the greetings, before pleading for him to "take her" off my back. On a brighter note, he loved the dinner that I made especially for him... I didn't see him eat it, but he told me such.

Wow, that sounds extremely pessimistic and self defeating, but I've found it to be true, more times than not. Without proper planning, preparation, and set goals, life becomes a little more "challenging" than normal -- and surely Allah knows best.

Alhamdullilah, I've gotten out morning routine much better, but the afternoons still turn into a little bit of a lull or pandemonium. Hence the reason why I am calling my babysitter reference today -- high five to myself!!

Okay, so this is Week 2 of our organizational change. Alhamdullilah, things have been going so far, so good. I'm still not giving the bedroom enough time in the evenings, but FORGIVENESS is my theme of the week -- yeah, this includes forgiving myself.

So, I've laid out your fathers clothes every day but once -- he beat me to it. I've made his lunch everyday but I think once -- yeah, he did it for me again. I've made really GOOD dinners, masha'Allah. I am such an emotional cook. I guess that saying, "Happy Wife, Happy Life", holds a lot of truth.

You guys seem to be thriving off of having a little more predictability. Okay, that's an abject lie. You all seem to be happy just walking around tearing up stuff, but I seem to be happier, and you all seem to be no less happier, so I see that as a win/win.

Wednesday is supposed to be our inside day, however, I'm not sure if I even want an inside day. We've had soooo maaaannny forced inside days with the snow, that the idea of getting out is intoxicatingly fun to me. Zayd loves it. Zuri, you might just be the sweetest anti-social person I've ever met..and I love you, just as you are.

The Family Calender was a lovely addition. Insha'Allah, I can find more working pens -- ohh, my life -- and really pimp-it-out with different colors and stuff. I freaking love organization and predictability.

I'm going to shame myself to stick EXACTLY to our house work schedule, insha'Allah. It's not too hard, and it really makes life easier. So yeah-- shame..

So, right NOW I should be:
1. Thinking about dinner (see, I'm late, that was a last nights task)
2. Laying out clothes for today (yup, another last nights task)
3. Getting dressed to socks (umm..nope)
4. Checking To-Do List that was written yesterday for today.. (dead silence)

Okay, so maybe... yeah, well still it's going better. Not perfect, but better. Gosh, I really need to stop laughing at myself so much. Man, but your mother is funny, masha'Allah.

Ya Rahmaan, Ya Rahim, let me surrender to being be a mere vessel or Your will -- today, and always. Ameen.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Serenity

Z- Team,
You two are sleeping. Daddy is cleaning the kitchen, with Zuri plastered to his back in the Ergo Baby. There is peace in the home. I'm playing a Clean Up Jam that I created on my Mac. It feels sooo good to listen to non - baby music. Actually, that's not all true -- we have an International Lullaby cd from the library that is beautiful. Aghh, James Blunt -- Beautiful is playing.

"My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw an angel, of that I'm sure"


This moment is so good that I think I'll stop blogging and just fully enjoy it. Remember children, God is Good All the time. God is. God is. God is.

"You're Beautiful!!"

Friday, February 26, 2010

Confessions of a Blog Jacker

Zayd & Zuri,
Mommy jacked your blog. She's sorry, but she has a lot she needs to say---- don't blame her. She had a safe home waiting for her "other" thoughts all the while. No real such thing as other thoughts -- but for organizational sake.... fine, and for the three people who might only want to see pictures. all rest-- all 1.
5 followers...come on, you have to laugh at the irony... All others, please visit me here:

www.conceivabledreams.blogspot.com

Sakinah Circle, cont.

Zuri,
You are sleeping on the back of your father. Typical Mommy style, I took a picture, which I will, insha'Allah, load later. I slept on the back of my father, I don't remember, but this I know. Little girls should sleep on the backs of their fathers-- what a safe place to be.

Zuri, you are a child, and your home and your family should always be your safe place. I pray Allah that these things are true for you your whole life. I am trying, but there is no better effort than prayer and teaching you and your brother knowledge of The Creator. I am but a vessel for Him. The human body is but a vessel for the Spirit- a mother for her child.

I love my father. I love my father so much that I wonder if I am strange. He has been a constant friend, companion, supporter, safe place to go. We've had some of the most amazing experiences of our live's, together.

I love my husband. A husband is not a father. I soo learned that the hard way. A husband is, for all intensive purposes, a father in training. Guess who does the training -- ah haa, the wife. It's difficult, yet not impossible, to train a man to be a father, if he has yet to be a husband. There is wisdom in the saying of the elders.

I love Him. He who created mankind. I love Him the most. Or so I purport. I love Him the most, yet I mention Him last. My paradigm has to shift:

God
Husband
Father

Lol. OUR PARADIGM has to SHIFT. Love God! Love God! Love God! Then you'll really learn to love your husband -- then through the mercy of your Father, you will really learn to LOVE Him. Ohh, it's a circle-- not a Pyramid.

Death to the Ego!

Am I the only one who lives in the realm of backwards knowledge? Its like i insight fully figure out something, Alhamdullilah, then this same "original" thought is proofed by the works of another. Which is then ultimately proofed by the Quran.... Backwards Knowledge. I can't help but-after doing this oh so many times, conclude that this is, by far, this thing we call "life" -- this is a human condition. Not Jew, Christian, Muslim, Life Submitter -- this is The Human Condition. We all need You.. How we got so confused along the way, I do not know. I have so much i want to say abut Your Grandeur and Your Glory. (You know you are sprung when you can't help but think about something... all the time... and then some). I mean what am I supposed to do. The hiding it thing's not really my style -- ha, a, yes, You know.

Case in Point: Hi, I'm Azizah Ahmad, and I have a close, personal, and loving relationship with God. Oh, by the way, not only am I not perfect, I'm about as "statistically" as far away from His glory than one can humanly get..Did I mention to you that I'm a women also? A Black women. A Muslim woman? Fine, most people will likely be like - huh? My response, Google Two Words: Aminah Wadud.


You see. Oh yeah, You made.... You don't care?? Ohh, I see-- I don't think you care-- yeah, big difference.

Okay, let's try this time: (Dark room full of strangers -- Anon-esqe). Hi, I'm Azizah.... (pause for polite responds). I have been emptied out and retrained that this "God thing "was a far-off menacing entity that wanted to burn me in hell for major infractions like --- wait, damn near everything that occurred in my life. Yeah, that about sums it. Then, all of a sudden, He manifested His Glory to me ....... right. They are going to lock me up. You're cool with this? That's who You are? Riiiiggght, I don't even know you like that. Let me look at your card one more time:

YOU are:
The Majestic
The Compeller (clearly)
The Mighty
The Protector
The Guardian of Faith
The Source of Peace (amen)
The Holy
The Sovereign Lord (yeah, that's real swagger)
The Merciful
The Beneficient.....

Yeah, fine. I'll tell the world. I am sprung, punch drunk, head over heels, call-the-radio-station-and -dedicate-a-song-to YOU, sprung on YOU... do you like me?

Circle: Yes or No... I can't help it. You made me funny!!


I'm gonna get a tee shirt made -- Azizah loves GOD. Yeah-- a little too flashy for my taste, as you know.

Clean

There is a fierce wind blowing outside. The type of wind that encloses the very structure of your harm, warning you to beware.

I'd brave it if I had someplace in particular to go, but truthfully, no, not really.

Okay, there is Jummah Prayer, but wind, two kids, naptime--Yeah, no, not really. Only if Khalid is home, or I just get ultra desperate...can't say I[ve gotten that desperate yet, but watch me eat my words sooner than later. Thak you Allah for Lighthouse Mosque and their website. Virtual jummah , here we come.

So, what do you do on a day like this.

I want to clean. I want to clean my home; vacum, scrub, discard, organize, beautify. I want to burn incense and listen to Quran. I want to get a phone call or two -- i want to be my mother's child.

Zayd is going to help me. Baby Sistah has already decided that Friday isn't her day-- it's 9:13Am, mind you.

Here is to Nag Champa. Dust clothes. Good old bleach. And elbow grease.

Mood: 'Elington Was Not a Street' , Ntozake Shange
Kids; Zayd Oatmeal. Zuri-- screaming, just a rad-- kinda a mellow scream.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

I Love You

I love YOU. I love YOU. I love YOU. I do. May my actions speak louder than my words, but May YOURS too.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

On Parenting

Zayd, you are doing art. Zuri, you're abut to go into the Ergo so that I can accomplish some home task, insha'Allah. We're debating a winter walk, at least we'll hang out on the deck, insha'Allah.

It dawned on me today that what I want for you two is to witness an Islamic Revival. I too long for Andalusia. Mommy minute-- "Beautiful circle Zayd, ohh, I love it!!". Okay, back. I want a Muslim home filled with love, laughter, well loved visitors, not excess but comfort. Not Jennah, clearly, but the goodness of this world. I ask for it everyday in my du'a --"Oh Allah, I seek the goodness of this world and the hereafter".

Wow, what if-- I mean --- I'm supposed to and all. Yeah, I'm going to just --- can we say Yakeen (Certainty).

Oh Allah, guide my heart, my tongue, my words, my actions, my deeds. Let me praise You and exalt You in the best way that I can. The best of what you made me. I get it -- complicatingly simple. Alhamdulilah.

Mawlid

Okay, I am clueless how to celebrate a Mawlid, but we will, insha'Allah watch the live web streaming. I pray that can hook up some good speakers. I guess maybe Jummah Mubarak with more sweets?? Clueless. Let me research.

(Thank You Allah for Sesame Street).

Happy Morning

9:18AM and Zayd is still asleep. Zuri Mama, you're crawling on the floor babbling something about something or another. I feel guilty grabbing this little swatch of time to write and reflect, but Alhamdullilah, I can honestly say that I've worked hard to earn it.

Our organization/housework routine is going well, alhamdulliah. We've both failed in a few small minor areas, but we're both stressing consistency, rather than unattainable perfection. Hey, love what Allah love we both say.

I love working with my husband. Wow, that statement is shocking to even me. As much as we bump heads, when it's good, it's really good. I thank Allah for such a beautiful mate.

Less chores has allowed me to spend much more time in the place that I LOVE -- the kitchen. I've been putting as much love, prayer, and umphh in my food as humanly possible. Khalid seems to love it. Zayd is a little harsher of a critic.

We want to act like we're better than premium fish sticks and Annie's fries, but when you get the best of the best, it's still REALLY good!! I love that it's a dinner tonight that we will all love, insha'Allah. I love my funny food snob husband too.

Okay, Zuri fussy butt butt needs direct eye contact.

Todays Quranic Reflection: Remember the trials of Job.
Task: Teleconference Halaqah preperation. Du'a & more du'a.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

God is, God Is, God Is

I've been really thinking lately about taqwa. What does it mean, how does it apply to my life, how do I develop it in myself and cultivate it in my family.

What I love about Allah's creation is the internal compass. Most times, when I'm doing something displeasing to Allah, I feel some shame or guilt -- in some aspect of another. Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, questioned his own actions at time, and he was clearly in higher esteem with God than I.

The moral compass seems to be a good place to start-- maybe even the best. Shortly after, I'd have to say in my own humble opinion is knowledge. However knowledge must be implemented with kindness, and in a way understood by the recipient. Without the kindness, the patience, the wisdom, knowledge falls on deaf ears. I've seen this in my own life at least.

Sums it up well. Cited from Al Mahgrib Institute.


One of our Muslim ancestors said:
"How sweet Iman is when it's beautified with Knowledge.
And how sweet Knowledge is when it's beautified with Implementation.
And how sweet Implementation is when it's beautified with Kindness.

The greatest pair of things is Implementation coupled with Kindness."

Zayd is Creative!!

Zuri Mama

Monday, February 22, 2010

Comes Ease

For truly with hardship comes ease; truly with hardship comes ease.
(Surat al-Inshirah: 5-6)

Today, unlike last week, was one of those days that left me feeling extremely grateful and content. We started a new cleaning system, which has helped to break down the monotony of housework into do-able chunks for Khalid and I. Alhamdullilah.


Always the emotional cook, I made a sultry pot, if I must say so myself, of black eyed peas. Nothing fills the home with more joy than the smell of good food bubbling in anticipation of dinner. Khalid and I both realize that we LOVE beans. Not only are the cost-efficient, they are really good. I make at least one pot a week.

Zayd, you played with playdough for the longest time today. It is so god seeing your attention span increase and your imagination grow. We discussed shapes, colors, food items, and counting. Your little funny tail made me a birthday cake, complete with candle. We sang and blew the candle out together.

Zuri, you are so tough and rowdy. At the same time, you are the most emotionally sensitive being I've ever encountered. Okay, besides myself, my mother, my sister, and give or take five girlfriends. Women, even baby women, are such amazingly complicated creatures. However, in the whole scheme of things, our needs are quite simple: Food. Encouragement. Love. Validation. Kindness. Mercy. Jovialness at the correct times. It's a lot, but then again, it's just right.

You two also took a bath -- no kicking this time. We had the greatest time extending a hearty welcome to each of our animal bath buddies. We accidentally left them in Cali, and G-Dad, always so diligent, sent them to us. We all agreed that the animals seem to enjoy the Shaheed Family bathtub. We prayed Mahgrib with daddy -- having you two crawl all over us the whole time was such a good reminder. We ate a nice dinner together, and you two read and played with your daddy while I took a nice bubble bath and had some personal time.

The schedule allowed me to pack you father's lunch, lay the whole families clothes out, and have a dinner snack schedule already in place. Alhamdullilah for efficiency. Now let's pray we both stick to it-- for everyone's sake.

Allah blessed us with wonderful day. Alhamdullilah.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Peace be unto you




As salaam alaikum,
My little bald-headed chicken. Why are you just the sweetest thing? Is there anything sweeter than a baby? Oky, toddler kisses and encouragement also rank high on my list of luvies, but a baby...ahhh. I found myself sniffing you and rubbing your little bald spot with my nose and lips. It's my favorite thing to do when you're asleep in my arms. I wish I could bottle your scent, the softness of your fuzzy hair, your laugh. I never tire of your toothless grin. My baby.

I pray that you are more than I -- so much more. More pious, more knowledgeable, more patient, more kind, of greater taqwa, of better character. I pray all of these things in the wee hours of the morning. Insha'Alah. Insha'Allah.

I encompass all of that in my sincere prayer that you never, ever, not even for one mili second, doubt my undying and unconditional love for you.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

And surely after difficulty

Z-Team,
We are wrapping up one of those amazing days that make it all worth while. An all day trip to the library, followed by lunch and a few books from our loot, just made my day.

Zayd, watching you sit quietly at the table and "read" your books made me feel so very happy inside. If nothing else, I pray that I can instill within you an insatiable urge to seek knowledge. Okay, I'm lying, my goals are so much more lofty than that, but that one ranks high on my list.

Zuri, you crawled around babbling and yanking books of of the low shelves, to the delight of the librarian. Librarians are some of the smartest people I've ever met. Blessings to Umm Sundiata for hipping me to that game.

We sent "Daddy" some pictures of the light to enjoy. I pray it brightened his day.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

In Sum

Zayd & Zuri,
Today wasn't Mommy's most shiningest day. I play date gone bad -- Zayd, you have to work on your food sharing issues. A messy kitchen. A disheveled poop filled morning, which resulted in me feeling like I had a disheveled poop filled life. Me curling into fetal position ball, holding myself in the dark by 7PM.

I hollered a little too much. I complained a little too much. I got annoyed a little too much. I blamed your father a little to much.

Khalid came in happily with old Valentine's roses and chocolate. I quickly removed all joy from his spirit by fleeing from you two to begin my under the covers fetal positon pity fest. The Messenger of Allah, peace be unto him, said that even a smile is an act of charity. I always loved that hadith, because smiles are things that I readily love to give. Today however, I seriously didn't even have it in me. I should've though-- man, it's so easy to forget your blessings!!

At 2AM, I woke up to asses the damage. The house was spotless, the kids were asleep. Khalid too, downstairs in the safety of the guest bedroom. I woke him up. We smiled and laughed. I apologized, he apologized. As usual, he understood. I want to promise him that it won't happen again, but we both know that I'd be lying.

This job is HARD. I want so bad to do it perfectly, however unrealistic that is. At my lowest, I at least want to do it at the level of a state accredited day care -- eye contact, food on time, activities. I so don't want to fail you two -- you're the best things I've ever had..also, the most challenging.


Mommy is praying for some reliable and affordable help. You mother clearly needs some help. A lot more personal time. A few dates. A little quiet. Balance is always a good thing.

Khalid loves to show me how even at our worst, we always are able to look back and laugh. Here's to praying that this too, will be a laughable memory.

Today in bullet form:

* Messy house. Burnt pot. Hair that needs to be done.
* Crappy diapers. Group baths with a lot of "Zayd, stop kicking your sister!!"
* Zayd flashing his playmates with his baby man glory-- the doorbell rang while i was trying to wrangle in the second wet naked child. (That part was kinda funny).
* Zuri screaming... kinda the norm.
* Zad snatching his veggi nuggets from Keila & Jenna and screaming like a mad man while running towards the couch, bar b que sauce and all.
* Zayd hiding under the table greedily gobbling nuggets so he didn't have to share.
* Jenna going after Zayd for a nugget -- that little girl got heart.
* Keila looking at Zayd perplexed and confused-- she is so refined, masha'Allah.
* Zayd making a "train" on the rug with my craft supplies and some glue. Zuri participating in the "art".
* Me deciding that your father was the anti-Christ for.. yeah, just about everything.
* Me rolling my eyes at flowers and candy -- I'm so not a flowers candy chick, but I could've played it off at least....fine, I do like flowers... I prefer potted plants though.

Happy Moments:
* Baby Abiade here safely.
* Mama Abiade is healing.
* House clean. Didn't have to do it.
* Contacted and old professor from law school.
* Saw good friend and her sweet girls.
* Healthy family.
Alhamdullilah.


The moral of the story is:
Sometimes we receive clear signs in our life that we need to change up a few things. So yes, I hear You, loud and clear. Thank You for lessons learned. Also, group eating dos not work well for toddlers. Individual plates are a must.

Going to go eat my chocolate... don't want to be wasteful and all.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

A Kodak moment, but not




I wanted to blog, but Zuri sensed her milk had left the bedroom and woke up immediately to reconnect with her bff, my boobie. As such, I am one-handed typing with a pissy 7 month old on my lap. Sweet as can be, but pissy.

Zayd has decided that he is deathly afraid of shadows. As such, he is in our bedroom sleeping in Zuri's co-sleeper. I pray to God that we don't make a habit out of it, but I guess I have officially garnered my hippie card with the family bed in full action... not a look that I ever wanted. All those that live here, over the age of two, passionately agree with my vehement distaste.

Anyway, here is my favorite picture of the day. Man we love watching this little boy grow up. Masha'Allah, he is pure energy and emotion, bottled up in a toddler size package. May Allah protect and guide him and Baby Pissy, today and always. Amen

Patiently awaiting news of the birth of a new little one. Praying for safe passage. Amen.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Seven Months!!

Zuri Mama. Who told you you could grow up so quickly?? What happened to my little nursing rag-doll who made her appearance on the foyer floor in July? Zuri Baby Doll, where exactly did the time go? I know it was hot when you arrived, and now we have record breaking snow on the ground. Why does it seem like it was only yesterday??

Zuri Love, a part of me wants to ask Allah to slow this process down, but the wiser side knows that, alhamdullilah, growth is a blessing. I am so thankful for your good health and rapid development. You are seriously trying to walk!!

Zuri Mama, you are the quintessential second child. Far less hoopla, far less pictures, far less worry from your daddy and I, but the love- Zuri Baby Girl, I didn't know I could love like this. Opening my heart to a second child has been, by far, one of the most profound experiences in my life. I am so thankful for my "surprise" baby girl. You bring our family so much joy.

Zuri Zuu, you really are a mess. I've come to the conclusion that you've substituted my boob for your umbilical cord. This morning, your daddy just gave me the longest hug. We both agree that you spent at least 80% of the night nursing furiously. I know you are teething, and I know that that's got to be hard, but just try to save some breast tissue for the next baby, insha'Allah, okay Love.

Zuri bint Khalid, the snow is so beautiful. Alhamdullilah, we are having an amazing winter. We got the best of the California sun, followed by experiencing record snowfall. I am having a ball dressing you in fuzzy leg warmers and your brother's hand-me-down Robeez boots. Daddy had been home with us since Tuesday -- the roads are too bad for him to go to work. We have been kicking it like teenagers -- you and your brother have been like guest at our party!!

Let me tell you a little about yourself. You like to:

1. Scream at people (Yes, I placed that at the top for a reason...in your defense, it might be teething related).
2. Pull up on things and yell triumphantly
3. Nurse like a banchee
4. Jack all of Zayd's toys (All I hear is "No Baby! Nooo!! Danger-wuss!!"
5. Crawl over and shake the gate.
6. Act shy around new people
7. Chew on power cords (Sad, but true)
8. Beg for whatever I'm eating
9. Delight us with your smile
10. Nurse all night and sleep in between Daddy and I like the biggest hater on the block.... I'm thinking this is some type of evolutionary thing, to keep yourself as the youngest for as long as possible.
11. Take baths with your brother


Things you'll likely use against me and/or tell your therapist about later in life:

1. We are just getting your "Big Girl" room together
2. We owe you a professional photo shoot
3. You still don't technically have a set schedule
4. Sometimes I purposefully leave food on the floor for you to find later -- you get so excited!!

All and all, I feel like I am finally settling in to being the mother of two. I am looking forward to Spring, insha'Allah, and taking you and Zayd out as much as possible. Wait until you see the cherry blooms for the first time. As for now, I'm trying to just enjoy each moment of this amazingly crazy journey.

Thank you Allah so very much for this beautiful family. I pray that my gratitude is far,far greater than my occasional attitude.....Amen.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Friday, January 29, 2010

Sometimes

Sometimes Momma needs prayer, remembrance, Quran, and a little Bob Marley... just sometimes.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Jummah Mubarak!!



In an effort to give the kiddies a fun and exciting Islamic upbringing, we've implemented really taking to heart that Friday (Yawm Jummah) is our holiday!!

My goals are small, and might not occur every week, but insha'Allah, we will put up our battery powered IKEA lights, have a good dinner--might be more like Friday night, but we'll see, and just really prepare for going to the Masjid, if and when Daddy is home to accompany us.

I pray that we can sincerely start a Shaheed Family tradition, insha'Allah.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Mantra

Nothing exists but what He wills. Nothing exists but what He wants. Whatever He wills is what He wants and there exists nothing better.

Good Mommy Info

Nurturing your preschooler's self-esteem may seem like a hefty responsibility. After all, a feeling of self-worth lays the foundation for your preschooler's future as he sets out to try new things on his own. "Self-esteem comes from having a sense of belonging, believing that we're capable, and knowing our contributions are valued and worthwhile," says California family therapist Jane Nelsen, co-author of the Positive Discipline series.

"As any parent knows, self-esteem is a fleeting experience," says Nelsen. "Sometimes we feel good about ourselves and sometimes we don't. What we're really trying to teach our kids are life skills like resiliency." Your goal as a person is to ensure that your child develops pride and self-respect — in himself and in his cultural roots — as well as faith in his ability to handle life's challenges (for a preschooler that may mean copying capital letters accurately). Here are ten simple strategies to help boost your child's self-esteem:

Give unconditional love. A child's self-esteem flourishes with the kind of no-strings-attached devotion that says, "I love you, no matter who you are or what you do." Your child benefits the most when you accept him for who he is regardless of his strengths, difficulties, temperament, or abilities. So lavish him with love. Give him plenty of cuddles, kisses, and pats on the shoulder. And don't forget to tell him how much you love him. When you do have to correct your child, make it clear that it's his behavior — not him — that's unacceptable. For instance, instead of saying, "You're a naughty boy! Why can't you be good?" say, "Pushing Gabriel isn't nice. It can hurt. Please don't push."

Pay attention. Carve out time to give your preschooler your undivided attention. That does wonders for your child's self-worth because it sends the message that you think he's important and valuable. It doesn't have to take a lot of time; it just means taking a moment to stop flicking through the mail if he's trying to talk with you or turning off the TV long enough to answer a question. Make eye contact so it's clear that you're really listening to what he's saying. When you're strapped for time, let your child know it without ignoring his needs. Say, "Tell me all about the picture you drew, and then when you're finished, I'll need to make our dinner."

Teach limits. Establish a few reasonable rules for your preschooler. For instance, if you tell your child he has to eat his snack in the kitchen, don't let him wander around the family room with his crackers and fruit the next day. Or if you tell him to put his dirty clothes in the laundry basket, don't say it's okay to pile them on the floor. Knowing that certain family rules are set in stone will help him feel more secure. It may take constant repetition on your part, but he'll start to live by your expectations soon enough. Just be clear and consistent and show him that you trust him to do the right thing.

Support healthy risks. Encourage your child to explore something new, such as trying a different food, finding a best pal, or riding a bike. Though there's always the possibility of failure, without risk there's little opportunity for success. So let your child safely experiment, and resist the urge to intervene. For instance, try not to "rescue" him if he's showing mild frustration at figuring out a new toy. Even jumping in to say, "I'll do it" can foster dependence and diminish your child's confidence. You'll build his self-esteem by balancing your need to protect him with his need to tackle new tasks.

Let mistakes happen. The flip side, of course, of having choices and taking risks is that sometimes your child is bound to make mistakes. These are valuable lessons for your child's confidence. So if your child puts his plate too close to the edge of the table and it tips, encourage him to think about what he might do differently next time. That way his self-esteem won't sag and he'll understand that it's okay to make mistakes sometimes. When you goof up yourself, admit it, says Daniel Meier, assistant professor of elementary education at San Francisco State University. Acknowledging and recovering from your mistakes sends a powerful message to your child — it makes it easier for your child to accept his own shortcomings.

Celebrate the positive. Everyone responds well to encouragement, so make an effort to acknowledge the good things your child does every day within his earshot. For instance, tell his dad, "Joshua washed all the vegetables for dinner." He'll get to bask in the glow of your praise and his dad's heartening response. And be specific. Instead of saying "Good job," say, "Thank you for waiting so patiently in line." This will enhance his sense of accomplishment and self-worth and let him know exactly what he did right.

Listen well. If your child needs to talk, stop and listen to what he has to say. He needs to know that his thoughts, feelings, desires, and opinions matter. Help him get comfortable with his emotions by labeling them. Say, "I understand you're sad because you have to say bye to your school pals." By accepting his emotions without judgment, you validate his feelings and show that you value what he has to say. If you share your own feelings ("I'm excited about going to the zoo"), he'll gain confidence expressing his own.

Resist comparisons. Comments such as "Why can't you be more like your sister?" or "Why can't you be nice like Peter?" will just remind your child of where he struggles in a way that fosters shame, envy, and competition. Even positive comparisons, such as "You're the best player" are potentially damaging because a child can find it hard to live up to this image. If you let your child know you appreciate him for the unique individual he is, he'll be more likely to value himself too.

Offer empathy. If your child compares himself unfavorably to his siblings or peers ("Why can't I catch a ball like Sophia?"), show him empathy and then emphasize one of his strengths. For instance, say, "You're right. Sophia is good at catching. And you're good at painting pictures." This can help your child learn that we all have strengths and weaknesses, and that he doesn't have to be perfect to feel good about himself.

Provide encouragement. Every child needs the kind of support from loved ones that signals, "I believe in you. I see your effort. Keep going!" Encouragement means acknowledging progress — not just rewarding achievement. So if your preschooler is struggling to fasten his snaps, say, "You're trying very hard and you almost have it!" instead of "Not like that. Let me do it."

There's a difference between praise and encouragement. One rewards the task while the other rewards the person ("You did it!" rather than "I'm proud of you!"). Praise can make a child feel that he's only "good" if he does something perfectly. Encouragement, on the other hand, acknowledges the effort. "Tell me about your drawing. I see that you like purple" is more helpful than saying, "That's the most beautiful picture I've ever seen." Too much praise can sap self-esteem because it can create pressure to perform and set up a continual need for approval from others. So dole out the praise judiciously and offer encouragement liberally; it will your child grow up to feel good about himself.

Source: http://www.babycenter.com/0_ten-ways-to-build-your-childs-self-esteem_65569.bc?scid=preschooler_20100126:4&pe=2U4EG7u

Faith Without Action

A dear friend and I had a talk about life, marriage, children, more life...lol. You know a good friend when you leave their company having gained a tidbit of knowledge or inspiration. Life is too short to really waste time in niceties for the sake of niceties. So, I left our conversation more in love with God, and so much more inspired to just be my own personal best.

My husband talks often to me about balance. "Remember", he says, "Allah loves consistency". He reminds me when I try to take on too much, or be too much, to just pick a few things and do them as best I can, and do them consistently. As annoyed as I sometimes get at being told about myself, I see it as an opportunity to grow. Growth takes applied pressure sometimes-- so I'm learning.

Alhamdullilah, I feel so productive today. I truly know that there will be many more days when I won't feel like this, but I sincerely pray for more days that I do. Running a household and a family is an amazingly challenging job, but I'd be a fool not to tell you that it isn't the best fit for me, right now. Lol, now maybe when I don't have a six month old baby gnawing on my boob, there might be another fit for me. Heck, maybe the next fit might be sooner than later; Allah knows best.

All that I can do is do my best whatever gets hurled my way, and love Allah with all my heart. Allah, God, whatever name you want to call Him, I think for the most part, that's what people are trying to do.

I had a wonderful day with my father, alhamdullilah. He is truly one of my best companions. His wisdom, gentle spirit, unyielding love, and assistance has been such a true blessing. I will and continue to be, insha'Allah, a Daddy's Girl.

Enough about me. Zuri is presently walking across the kitchen floor, while being assisted with Zayd's chair. Zayd is taking a much needed nap after a rousing trip to the local library and a good haircut. I feel like a pirate with a lot of booty, looking at all the books and books on tape that we checked out. Joy. Alhamdullilah.

Okay, lemme get cracking for dinner for my favorite man....smile, smile, wink, wink. Swoon.

...Zuri is so down there licking the floor and trying to eat things..play pen, here we come..

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A Love of My Own

Perspective truly is everything. I could lament about how I lost my voice, the airline lost my luggage, and I'm awake at 4:21 AM with a miserably sick Zayd and an incessantly nursing Zuri. I could, and I guess I kind of did, but it's okay. It's okay for so many more reasons than it's not, and that's the beauty in it all.

A dear friend implemented making a list of things she was grateful for before she went to bed. What a good idea. Truthfully, the ability to go to bed would likely be my choice for slots 1-5, but in the meantime..

Here, in this moment, I am grateful for:

1. A milk filled baby who crawled away to explore.
2. A clean house & a well stocked kitchen (My husband rocks, Masha'Allah)
3. The nice advise nurse that assured me, several times, that Zayd's cold doesn't warrant an immediate trip to the ER.
4. Elmo DVDs
5. Heat
6. Being awake for fajr.
7. The blessing received from mothering -- what a beautiful merciful bonus.
8. A milk filled baby who crawled back for seconds.
9. The ability to type with one hand.
1o. My father sleeping downstairs.
11. My husband asleep upstairs.
12. Peppermint tea
13. Children's Motrin
14. Peace
15.Stillness
16. motherhood
17. Cold feet to remind me of those that do without
18. Found luggage that finally arrived at my doorstep
19. All my stuff
20. A life full of joy and trials

Friday, January 22, 2010

SHUKR: thankfulness, gratitude.

Yeah, I'm so pimping my baby blog. Not for a commercial request, but for a prayer request. I am ready to SEE MY HUSBAND!!! Aghh!! However, it seems like it's not the time, just yet. The flight was canceled yesterday. Zayd spiked a fever last night. Alhamdullilah, Zuri is well though. Alhamdullilah for it all, in all honesty.


Anyway, I really WANT to see my husband and sleep in my home..

Oh Allah (Dear God) please help this poor lil' sleep deprived mama and her two babies to get home. Ya Allah, please hear the prayers of the traveler. Lord, please just get them, and all their stuff from Point A to Point B. Oh, and please allow the whole family to be in constant and continuous gratitude for the multitude of blessings You have bestowed upon them. Please bless the prayer, even more than the recipient, if that's Your will, ameen.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Zuri's Favorite Things



This is, by far, you favorite place to sleep. I know I am likely breaking every sleep training rule in the book, but it works for your cranky butt, and gives me back both of my hands...joy.
Grammy Jeddah says it best Zuri, you are "truly something else".

I want to act like I don't know how I gave birth to a high-maintenance chick, but I know I'd be lying. Seeing the development of emotions through your little being has taught me so much more about myself. You are a baby woman through and through and through. I just sincerely pray that Allah gives me both the wisdom and the patience to help you walk your path. I also pray for the mental, physical, emotional strength, and fortitude to be there for you in whatever way that Allah sees fit. You are an amana (trust) from Allah. My daughter, my jewel. I am changing daily-- growing I sincerely pray. I pray that my actions mirror my words, but most of all, I pray that I continue to learn and grow on my quest towards better knowing and serving Him.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Baby 'Tista Zuri

Zayd, remember we agreed to start the Roman Calendar right! This post will be devoted to Zuri, insha'Allah....... as soon as she finishes nursing, and waving pretty brown fingers in my face, and being so soft, sweet, and dang on adorable, Masha'Allah. Yeah, not now, but soon. Insha'Allah.