My Dear Sons

It’s nice and quiet in the apartment now, Alhamdulilah. T, you are asleep. Z, you’re still coming to my room, trying to either avoid a nap or to get me to sit with you. You keep coming to me saying, “My eyes closed. I took a nap.”

And I respond, “You have to keep your eyes closed longer.”
A, you’ve just fallen asleep in my arms.
Now I’m just waiting for Z to doze off before I head to the bathroom.

MashaAllah, yesterday all of you slept at the same time. In your room, on your beds. Alhamdulillah. There’s a routine in place now, Alhamdulillah, and I can feel more structure and less stress, and more cooperation. Alhamdulillah.

You even sleep in your own beds for most of the night and, while bedtime is sometimes more chaotic and stressful than other times, it’s okay, Alhamdulillah.

May Allah (Swt) continue to guide me and your Daddy, and to help you fall asleep peacefully at night. Ameen.

Ramadan started yesterday. Alhamdulillah, we’ve been busy getting excited for the blessed month. I think I’ve been more excited than you though. I’m trying to let you experience the joy of this miraculous month, especially you, Z, as you are older and at an age of better understanding. But your excitement is mediocre most of the time, or pretty short-lived. I’ve still got activities planned for you throughout the month though, Alhamdulillah. InshaAllah you will enjoy doing them.

Yesterday, after putting your hand in the Ramadan Acts of Kindness jar, you took out a piece of paper that read, “Make Dad a glass of lemonade”. You were very excited and ready to do this and quickly began squeezing out lemons that I cut up and placed on the table for you and T. It becomes challenging to get things done smoothly with T in the equation. I have to find a different way. Alhamdulillah, the lemonade was made. You were very proud and excited for your Dad to have it when he breaks his fast. We have to see after nap time what act of kindness is in store for today inshaAllah.

A, you’re still practicing getting the hang of crawling. You’ll be 6 months soon and munching your first banana, inshaAllah.

T, just when I think joyful, pleasant playful days between you and your brother, Z are near, you go and slap him hard and bite into whatever flesh you can gnaw into. Sometimes, when we try to correct you, T, you respond with an angry, “I don’t listen to you!” or you scream “I don’t want to!” Sometimes I need to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing at the things that come out of your mouth. You’re really like a little man. So cute, mashaAllah. May your feisty, strong-willed nature prevail and help you in your teenage and adult years. Ameen.

Z, you have learned to stand up for yourself quite a bit, Alhamdulillah. You now fight back, most of the time. Sometimes you just couldn’t care, or it’s just not worth the effort.

Still, it’s not easy to watch or mediate. But, this is training grounds for time to come inshaAllah.

Despite the fighting, you have a loving relationship, mashaAllah. When you are sad, Z, for any reason other than T, T would sweetly ask you, “What’s wrong?”

And if you are out of sight for a minute, T’s only concern is, “Where is Daada?”


May Allah (Swt) protect and strengthen your bond. Ameen.

With all my love,

PS. Z you did end up taking a nap, Alhamdulillah.

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9 thoughts on “Ramadaan

  1. Very close though.

    My favourite: “T, just when I think joyful, pleasant playful days between you and your brother, Z are near, YOU GO AND SLAP HIM HARD AND BITE INTO WHATEVER FLESH YOU CAN GNAW INTO.” 😂

    And then the part you mentioned also. But this one here is tops, man. The best.

    I also like these bits:
    ‘…T would sweetly ask you, “What’s wrong?”’ (Ah! My heart melts! 😭 I can hear him say it, and tilt his head in that way, with that pitch to his words. My baby.)

    And if you are out of sight for a minute, T’s only concern is, “Where is Daada?” ❤ Totally. It’s so intriguing how that’s almost always his first question when he wakes from a nap, disoriented and all, and he just wants to know where his Daada is. Even though he bites him and hits him on the head and grabs his toys from him.

    Lol lol lol. Literally laughing.

    #BringBackMyBoys 😭 (Now I’m crying.)

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