Maybe the grocery list isn't just "butter fruitcake juice" Maybe if we read between the lines, just maybe, we might find the tired handwriting singing out loud - "I want to bake you your favourite cake" "or we could share this loaf from the bakery and you can have the bigger slice" "I love you."
I wrote this poem after going through a rough time following an accident last week, and then realizing how beautiful the healing process was, to hear and be reminded of Allah SWT even more. May we always be reminded. Ameen. -- Maybe bad things happen replacing the great so we can hear His name often. Like in the countless times we cry "O Allah" in between the tears in our prayers, and the countless ways our loved ones mention His name in their well wishes for us. Maybe ' bad'
When I first entered motherhood, my life revolved around my child. I would feed my child first before feeding myself, filled my social media pages with photos of her and every little thing she did, created hashtags under her name, and changed my playlist from ‘George Harrison’ to ‘Elmo & Friends’. It was not until further into motherhood and then having two kids when I realized the effects of the imbalance I had been practising all those while - the way I allowed my world to