You talk gibberish, and you laugh hard. I talk gibberish, from being worn out. I wear myself out teaching you things and telling you what to do, realizing there is much more I am learning from you.

In between our busy schedules and the constant need to run around, it’s easy to miss out the wisdom behind ‘everyday’ moments tapping on our shoulders waiting to be heard. Like running between the two kids, in my case. And how at the same time, Allah SWT is showing me that love is constantly all around us, to accompany our days, good or bad. That even the heart of a four-year-old could hold the largest love for her sister that I could probably learn from. Nothing happens by c

Dear Orked and Dahlia, If I could write a manual of all the things I would love to teach you, I wouldn’t. Because there probably won’t be enough pages, and I am not here to teach you. I am here to learn (and every now and then falter) together with you. And sitting high on top of the list of things I’m entirely grateful to learn together with you would be your father’s love. I hope you’ll grow up knowing just how much your Dada has been doing to put your happiness first. And

Back when I was pregnant, I imagined journeying towards becoming a family of four as something as straightforward as that - growing bigger. Like going on a straight path towards a dream destination we had never been before but had been so excited for. Perhaps the destination had a big giant door brimmed with fancy lights just waiting to greet us, I thought. We are here now and I can’t be more grateful. It IS something bigger, lighted up so fancily indeed. Only thing is, it wa