Five years ago, when I was just emerging from the ashes of my marriage, I recall a few friends telling me to keep myself occupied. The idea was that being distracted would prevent me from sliding down the slippery slope into the past and into despair. “Easier said than done,” I thought as I silentlyContinue reading “Aiming for Perfection”
Tag Archives: Muslim mother
Sick of the Sycophant
There are several lessons I have learnt in the last few years since I started life out on my own with my children. All of them have been rude awakenings and the one I want to focus on today is no exception. Despite my best efforts to tell – or rather, show – the worldContinue reading “Sick of the Sycophant”
Questioning those who Question
Before, during and since my boys went off to university, I have had people ask me how I feel knowing they are no longer with me. There have been occasions where I know the questions are not simply about me missing them. I feel that underlying the questions are preconceived notions of what can beContinue reading “Questioning those who Question”
Me and A Thousand Others
There are times when I come to this blog with a clear plan about what I want to say. Sometimes, the thoughts which materialise onto paper are those which have been brewing in my mind for a while. Other times, the thoughts come to the fore often last minute. In almost all those cases, theContinue reading “Me and A Thousand Others”
A Personal Review of Ramadan
Alhamdulillah, we are almost at the end of the blessed month. Perhaps saying “Alhamdulillah” might seem an inappropriate choice of word. It suggests a sense of relief. However, I mean it in the sense that I have been fortunate to have experienced most of this month and inshaAllah, will see it right to the endContinue reading “A Personal Review of Ramadan”
I am a work of Kintsugi
Kintsugi is an art and a philosoply. Through its wisdom, we are taught that broken things can be mended to be even more beautiful and stronger than before.
Why ‘MyMotherHalf’ ?
For years I’ve had a desire to write about that huge chunk of my life called Motherhood and yet all that time I told myself that others would have heard it all before; I’d be writing a soliloquy and speaking on a stage without an audience. Yet I always believed that the experience of writingContinue reading “Why ‘MyMotherHalf’ ?”