The idea that WE, as parents are our children’s biggest bully doesn’t seem to fit the title, it makes us squirm but it’s the harsh reality. We begin this by holding them to standards higher than we hold ourselves. HOW?? 1) We too become disappointed and this leads to frustration but when they become this…
Category: raising little muslims
Compassion through a 7 year old lens…
Each of my children have brought with them something unique and each of them give me something to be thankful for each and every day. If there ever was an award for most compassionate, it would go to the 7 year old, who makes me lucky enough to have him call me mom. It was…
My Special visitor…
You snuck up on me very quickly; and left me all too soon. You came swiftly and filled my life with mercy and although I am grateful for the renewed spirit I found while visiting with you, the void you have left behind keeps me uneasy during the day and awake at night. Such a…
Ramadan Decor
As my children have gotten older, so too has their understanding and abilities. They now understand the meaning behind religious holidays and auspicious months such as the Islamic holy month of Ramadan. It was an absolute joy to decorate our home with their handmade decor this year. I hope you enjoy the pictures. It…
Hijab | Life Lessons From my Daughter
So many times as parents, we get caught up with the things we want to teach our children that they overshadow the things our children are teaching us.
Getting children excited for Ramadan.
This is an exciting time for all Muslims, but especially for children for it is that time when families gather more than normal and the masjids stay alit beckoning worshippers to renew their Iman. It is a time when, in our community, there are gatherings every day for Iftar but on the weekends, the crowd…
The beautiful habit of Prayer.
It is 5:40am and I hear a beeping, down the hallway ……My 7 year old son has set an alarm. Thinking it was a mistake; I get out of bed and open the door to turn it off when he catches me, like a red handed burglar. He sat up, wide eyed and bushy tailed…
Completing Reading of the Quran
He emerged, in the dimming afternoon sun, tall and lanky but with a smile plastered across his face. He had just completed reading the entire Quran, our holy book. As his mother, pride is a shallow word yet I cannot think of another that would do justice to explain the way I feel about…
The Bake Sale
“Mama, please? Can I do it?” she pleaded for what seemed like the hundredth time. I heard her but I ashamedly admit that I wasn’t really listening and she begrudgingly walked away, disappointed. Immediately, I was filled with remorse and regret; I chucked the disheveled kitchen towel on the counter, angry at the inanimate object…
This Beautiful Life of Ours 