Words To Carry in Your Pocket

My Dear Son,

There are some important words I’d like you to keep with you wherever you may go, lessons I’ve learned along the way, words that might add to the quality of your days. Ameen.

1.) You only ever have to please One: Your Rabb, your Allah (SWT). Don’t concern yourself with pleasing people, no matter who it is. You will never be able to make everyone pleased with you. Just focus on The One. He (SWT) will take care of the rest.

2.) Don’t care too much about what people think of you. Consciously shove their judgments off, even if you have to say out loud to yourself: “I don’t care what people think”.

3.) Don’t be too disappointed in people when you cannot depend on them. We all disappoint each other all the time.

4.) Don’t rely on people too much, but when you find someone you can lean on through stressful times, appreciate and keep that person close to your heart.

5.) Make many, many, many excuses for people when you don’t understand their ways or actions. There’s more than two sides to every story.

6.) Know where to place your gratitude. Be polite, thank people, but, remember, all praises ultimately belong to Allah (SWT).

7.) People will hurt you. All the time. Those very close to you and those not so close to you. Forgive them, again and again and again. Somewhere, someone is forgiving you too, again and again and again.

8.) Hide the faults of others and remember Allah’s (SWT) Mercy.

9.) Walk with complete Trust in Allah (SWT), finding comfort in your salah that you had completed as soon as the waqt (time) came in, finding comfort in that you followed His (SWT) Laws.

10.) Allah (SWT) loves you.

11.) Have conversations with Allah (SWT) throughout your day.

12.) Remind yourself that you have control over yourself only, your tongue, your hands, your actions. Remind yourself that you cannot control the thoughts, words, actions of anyone else, as much as you want to.

13.) Remember to be quiet.

14.) Remember to be positive, about everything and everyone.

15.) Live like a traveller.

16.) Always remember the words of your beloved Prophet (pbuh): “Know that if the nation were to gather together to benefit you with anything, they would not benefit you except with what Allah had already prescribed for you. And if they were to gather together to harm you with anything, they would not harm you except with what Allah had already prescribed against you…

What has passed you by [and you have failed to attain] was not going to befall you, and what has befallen you was not going to pass you by. And know that victory comes with patience, relief with affliction, and hardship with ease. (http://www.islaam.net/main/display.php?id=232&category=92)

17.) In the end, it all goes back to 1, The One. Your life is simply about pleasing Him.

“If all the people are pleased with you but Allah is not, what have you gained? If Allah is pleased with you but people are not, what have you lost?” (Ahmad ibn Hanbal) http://turntoislam.com/community/threads/excellent-quotes.4589/

With much love,



Toddling, Brushing and the Beach :)

My Dear Son,

14 months old. SubhanaAllah. I watch you sleep, look at your face, your hands, your legs, your feet… How you’ve grown maa sha Allah :). I miss you when you’re sleeping, even though I know I need you to be sleeping because I need a break, but, I miss you being awake at same time. I’m enjoying and loving your company so much more as you grow into a beautiful personality maa sha Allah. May Allah, Most Compassionate, bless you with honorable traits as you grow into a little man, Ameen.

A quick update…

Yesterday, you got your first pair of walking shoes :). Yes, you are now officially a toddler, not a crawl in sight.

Maa sha Allah, I love your sense of humour. It just seems to be getting better as you grow. Like, in the week, you were standing on your Dad’s and my bed, (you love being on our bed) facing the mirror. You looked at your reflection and kept offering something to your reflection, finding it so amusing. I don’t know what was going on in your little head! Lol!

Something you do that’s not so amusing to me at the moment though is when you pull out my hair. Yes, you not only PULL my hair, but you pull it OUT and then find it so amusing, laugh, and nicely hand my hair back to me :-l. It’s not at all funny when you’re doing it, but later, when I think about it, I can’t help but laugh at your innocent humour. I think your Dad finds it funnier than you do. :-l

These days you love opening and closing doors and playing with door handles.

You like giving hand shakes.

You absolutely hate us to brush your teeth. You don’t mind doing it yourself, but obviously can’t do it properly. So, we’re forced to force you. 😦 It’s as unpleasant for us as it is for you. We’ve tried so many different things to make it more endurable. I play videos for you as your Dad brushes, I sing and dance and go all wacky mad. We’ve tried giving you some inspiration by showing you videos on Youtube of other babies brushing their teeth. But as soon as the brushing starts, uh-uh, nothing else matters except that screeching protest. We get the job done though, hopefully it’s done properly.

On to something lighter… A few days ago, you did something that convinced you Dad you’re a genius! You peeled your own banana, broke it in half and nicely ate it :). You just saw it lying there all lonely and decided, since no one is giving it to you, you might as well help yourself to it! Hahahaha!

You enjoy the beach. Here’s a photo of you and your Dad at the beach, watching the sunrise. 🙂 

With love,

Be Like Muhammad (PBUH)

Be Like Muhammad (PBUH)

“I wanna walk like you, talk like you, read my Quran just like you. I wanna smile like you, breath like you, pray my salaah just like you, wanna be like you in everything I do, Ya Rasulullah…”

Beautiful nasheed mashaAllah, by Hussein Kalla, encouraging children to develop a natural love for the beloved Prophet of Allah, Rasulullah (SAW).

Teacher and Learner

My Dear Son,

Patience. Beautiful patience. I make dua that I truly learn the lessons you teach me about patience.

Right now the biggest test of patience for me is changing you nappy, then having you undressed and dressed, then accepting your phase of absolute NOISE. May Allah instil sabr in me. Ameen.

Indeed, you are more of a teacher to me now than I am to you. May I heed the lessons you teach. Ameen.

On a lighter note, as you play, I often think about the kind of learner you are. So, I want to note a few things for the future. You have this deep concentration, with a frown on your forehead, when you’re playing and trying to figure out something, like fitting a new container and lid. You like to have someone present, even slilently present, when you’re playing. If you’re not sure about how to do something with a particular toy or item, or if you want me to play with you, you nicely offer me the toy, as if saying “Show me” or “Play with me” :). If it is something you don’t yet understand, you offer me the toy again and again to see how I do it until you understand and are able to do it. Otherwise, you give it a break and maybe try a bit later. I often have to show you different ways of playing with your toys or get excited about your toys before you do. You get excited about doing something you know you shouldn’t, like going for the TV, TV plugs, going into the bathroom, unrolling the toilet paper…

MashaAllah, you have a brilliant mind subhanaAllah. May we always find ways to feed your curiosity. Ameen.

With love,

Latest Tricks

My Dear Son,

Ten days away from 11 months :). Alhamdulilah.

Yesterday we went to the paediatrician. It was a nice visit. You didn’t cry too much when the nurse drew your blood (probably because it was a different nurse this time and she got it right the first time), and your weight, iron and haemoglobin has all increased in one month, Alhamdulilah. Allah is certainly Most Great :).

Teething is ongoing. Those toothies are coming so quickly after each other. I’ve lost count of how many there are. It looks like there’s between 6 – 8 teeth, some not fully out yet.

Not much has changed re your shouting and crying in distress every time I have to go to the bathroom. It’s very difficult, for you and me. I can’t wait for the time to come when you’re okay being on your own.

You’ve taken more interest in your toys, especially the unconventional ones, like tins (you really make a racket with this), plastic containers, bottles and boxes. You’ve always liked playing with small boxes but now you are playing in your box house as well. You only play at length when I’m sitting nearby though.
When you were born, people told me I would soon be able to distinguish between your serious cries and your not-so-serious, more-like-nagging cries, and sometimes I think I can, but other times, like earlier today, your screams are all the same – panic-stricken and distressed. When I run to see what happened, you’re simply fighting with a plastic container, trying to get the lid on, or struggling to pick up a stubborn lid from the floor or fighting with some other stubborn, inanimate object.

You are terrified of the vacuum cleaner. The other day, I was trying to clean the place but you just wanted me to pick you up. So I picked you up and, once again, vacuumed with one hand and held you with the other. Then I had to pull out the plug of the vacuum cleaner and… knocked your face. It was a hard knock, I know because it was a hard cry, and the trick of you not crying when I laugh and cheer definitely would not have applied here. I rubbed a little Zam-zam on your face and recited salawaat and, Alhamdulilah, you were fine again. So, now, I don’t vacuum until your Dad comes home. Even when you’re sleeping it’s not possible to vacuum because the noise wakes and frightens you. So, ya, you don’t like the vacuum cleaner, but since I’ve left it in the middle of the living room I see you’re making friends with it. I’m not sure how you’ll feel when I switch it on though.

Most times you cling to me and love being in my arms, but if I dare make you do something you don’t feel like doing, uh-uh, you’re out. You literally find an opportunity to free yourself from me and flee, like when I’m dressing or undressing you, or when I’m changing your nappy, or, sometimes, when I’m making you sleep and you’d rather be on an exploration crawl. What a mission! This afternoon… It was nap time and I was trying to make you sleep but you wriggled yourself out of my warm arms and crawled off. You were just outside the room and I heard another big shout. You hurt your eye a little in an attempt to climb the bathroom door, and now you have a small, red mark near your eye. 😦 That was your worst fall but, Alhamdulilah, you didn’t cry long.  Zam-zam, salawaat and Mommy’s warm embrace and, Alhamdulilah, you were fine again.

Clearly not much has changed with you in terms of adventure and persistence, like you just had to pull the signal plug of the TV earlier, even after I had taken you away from it countless times. You broke it. Your Dad fixed it.

Still climbing over things and pulling yourself up against whatever can, or can’t, support you. What can I say, you’re a little adventurer. I just have to be more alert as everything around you calls out fun and adventure . You’re also taking assisted little steps. Your Dad helps you walk by letting you hold onto a plastic stool as he pulls it forward. You’re able to walk quite well like this and for a long time.

Your favourite thing to eat right now is plain yoghurt. I try to sneak in some pieces of banana which you don’t seem to mind much, Alhamdulilah.

MashaAllah, we’ve been told since your early clinic visits that you are indeed a very strong little boy, and, Alhamdulilah, you prove it time and time again. The other day, you actually used one hand to push the plastic table in the kitchen, where on rests the toaster, kettle and two-plate stove, along with some other small things. One hand! One small, baby hand! I was shocked. You’re not allowed to crawl in the kitchen anymore. It’s the only room that we can’t baby proof so, instead, we’ve locked it. So, unfortunately, that’s the forbidden room.

Something you haven’t really been interested in is watching TV/videos. That has changed. You are now quite intrigued with the videos we play for you from the laptop and sometimes your eyes are fixated on the TV screen.

Indeed, you do test my patience at times. Sometimes I’m convinced you’re challenging me, like when I say, “Don’t throw your food on the floor.” Of course you just have to test the waters and do it. You actually carefully move your hand over your feeding tray, while looking at me, you hold it right there when I say, “Don’t!” and then you let it go and just stare at me. Lovely.

This week you’ve been learning how to give and receive. When you’re in the mood, you do this quite well. We give you something and you hand it back when we ask for it. You’re also eager to share your food, the cutest thing, okay, one of the cutest things. You put something in your mouth, like a biscuit, for example, and then you offer it to your father and me as well, letting us all take turns eating. You had done this before, but not to this extent.

Well, that’s as much as I can remember of your latest tricks. I can hear you waking up for a midnight snack (breast milk) as I end this off…

This is what you’ve been watching lately. You love it.



With love,

Your World

My Dear Son,

Today, I looked at you and I thought, What world will you grow up in? Today, a day of injustices and malice, it doesn’t matter whether you are 7 or 70, people are killing people like flies, and I think to myself, this is your world, this is the world in which you were born. This is the place you will grow up in. SubhanaAllah. Only Allah, Most Merciful, knows… In the end, we are all mere creations following a Divine Plan. May Allah, Most Merciful, continue to shelter you from the evil of this world. May He, Most Merciful, keep your soul pure, from beginning to end. Ameen. May He, Most High, help us show you a world of love and understanding. May we always be able to make your home a safe abode, an escape from the world outside and a remembrance of Allah’s Mercy. Ameen.

With love,

Separation Anxiety

My Dear Son,

It’s been a while since I last wrote, much has happened though. We are now living in Arabia, Alhamdulilah. Daddy, you and I.

Daadi, Mama, Papa and your aunties and uncles are all missing you back home, wondering if you are missing them too. I don’t know if you are. I don’t know if you realise that we have moved, that we are in a different place, that there are people missing from your everyday. You seem to be adapting well though, Alhamdulilah. You are also sleeping more peacefully, Alhamdulilah. You are developing well, MashaAllah.

37 weeks old. Right now you are refusing to let me put you down. Somehow we’ve landed back to sleeping on the breasts (probably from the time you were sick). You have always hated being alone but these days I can barely put you down before you start crying a heartwrenching cry. Two words come to mind. Separation anxiety? That’s what the ‘experts’ call it. Babies don’t understand the concept of leaving and returning. So, when I leave you, you think I’m never coming back. My dear son, how do I reassure you that, when I leave you, as long as Allah (SWT) wills, I will always return to you, I haste to return to you. What I don’t understand is, each time I come back, does it not help you understand that I will always come back, inshaAllah? But then again, the experts say your memory is incomplete at this stage. So, does that mean you don’t remember me leaving and coming back? Mmmm… Oh, well… I just have to keep reminding myself that this stage too will pass, just like the latching difficulties and the runny popo nappies soiling your good clothes after nearly every feed. Just as those phases have passed, this will as well. Ameen. May it be sooner rather than later. Ameen.

With love,