Category: Life and stuff


I used to love reading Asiya’s blog posts (not sure if she is still blogging but if I find a link, will be sure to post it here) though I hardly ever replied. Her sense of deep introspection and thinking always left me in awe and I imagine if I were ever to reply, all that I could muster would be a  clumsy and banal  ”WOW. That’s *deep*”  And that would be for each and every post.

Recently I’ve been attempting my own journey to self but in a way more awkward and embarrassingly confused bumble than the ideal (in my mind) controlled, self disciplined approach. I had been unhappy for a long time. Not with anything or anyone in particular but it’s made me quiet, withdrawn and maybe even depressed at times. Through examining myself from a distance, my relationships with my friends and with my family for what they truly are, I am feeling  better. So much better and I am grateful. Very grateful. I have been reading Buddhism for Mothers and perhaps this was the catalyst to my journey but who knows?  My knowledge of Buddhism is pretty limited and in the small amount of reading I’ve done, I can definitely see its appeal. I used to laugh when people would say that one could be a Buddhist Muslim – utterly ridiculous, surely! But there is so much in Buddhism that is compatible with leading a faithful Islamic life that one could quite easily incorporate the two (of course, leaving out all the contradictory bits to Islam and I think I will use this time to digress – all the books on Islamic parenting I have ever read are all about how we must teach them to pray, to hit them if they refuse to pray, to stop them from masturbating or they will be weak minded and their spouses will hate them, make sure our girls are covered,  separate the genders so they never interact ever because otherwise if you don’t do this, everyone will be having relations with each other willy nilly. Seriously??? Someone needs to write an Islamic parenting book that isn’t so ..I don’t know SCAREMONGERING??)

As I read through Buddhism for Mothers, I realise it’s taking me AGES, not because the book is particularly difficult to read but because non-fiction is just so HARD for me get into – books for me are meant to be an escape from reality so I’ve always been a purely fiction fan. Also with each chapter comes more and more thinking, more and more reflection on what I’ve been doing, how I can do it better, how I can incorporate the lessons in my own parenting and in my own life and that’s a lot to digest in one sitting. And I haven’t even come to the chapter on meditation yet!

I haven’t yet become the “calmer and happier” mother the back cover claims but God willing I think I am on the way.

I thought of calling this post “Randomz” but then figured, I’d stay true to my generation instead of pretending I’m young and hip.

1. So tired! Gah! I guess I should expect it, I’m older and pregnant and have three children to take care of. My body cannot possibly keep me going at my normal pace AND grow a baby. I had my scan last week and the results are a little scary. Make dua that doctor says we are all worrying unnecessarily and that baby is indeed growing and make dua that doctor is right, please!

2. Our house is getting painted. Not all by itself, natch. We decided to go with the professionals because if we were to do it ourselves it would never get done and if it ever did get done, it would be such a grossly amateurish job that we’d have to call a professional to fix it up anyway. Alhamdulillah we have a family friend doing the job and that means I can leave him in the house without worrying about my valuables and my underwear. Which to me are one in the same thing. Ahem. Moving on.

3. He said that the house would be in disarray until he is finished and all up it would take about a week or so. OH. MY. GOD. He was not kidding. Furniture is all pushed to the middle of the room and curtains are masking taped up and away from the window sills. I try to vacuum daily but there is dust and dirt the very next day. Good Lord. I was just getting my home in order and now it’s gone to pieces. Whatever will people say????

4. Ramadan is coming up. Am very much looking forward to fasting the whole month instead of taking the obligatory rest period. I guess that all depends on what doc has to say. Alhamdulillah my doctor is a Muslim so no need to explain the usual, “not even water, yes we can eat anything we like at night, no it’s not really that difficult.” He is very much a supporter of pregnant women fasting which makes things easier as I am the same. I am not in a country where we have to fast more than 16 hours and alhamdulillah now I am not early pregnant so the recent article published in some journal (sorry no links) about the dangers of pregnant women fasting don’t apply to me.

5. I used to get annoyed with people who went on about the food preparations for Ramadan. “It isn’t about the food! Why is it always about the food? The month is about discipline, spiritual growth, patience and learning about what others go through. What are we teaching our children?” But when I recall my memories of Ramadan as a child, a lot of fond memories while not completely revolving around , do involve food. I want my children to learn everything about our Ramadan and yes, that may even mean what we do CULTURALLY. There I said it. There doesn’t have to be an “all or nothing” approach. Why can’t Ramadan be mostly about the spirituality of the month and maybe a little bit about the food? Another thing – for those of us who don’t particularly want to be cooking and preparing meals during Ramadan, how easy to pop a few pies in the oven or fry samoosas come close to Maghrib time? What is wrong in preparing food in advance that actually makes it easy for us to do more prayer, more zhikr, read more Qur’an during the day?

6. I am realising in my old age that good friends are very hard to come by and it’s a little bit disheartening. I don’t know if it’s a woman thing but why do we always feel the need to belittle others’ experiences and their hardships? What is a struggle for someone else, might not be a struggle for me but I would never tell someone that their suffering or that their hardship is not *that* bad. I don’t think it’s my place to tell someone to laugh it off (my mother says this all the time and it can be annoying – sometimes I don’t want to laugh it off!), or to tell someone, “well, it could be a lot worse.” Parenting struggles are a bit like this. Toilet training is a great example. It’s really easy for some parents but for others, it can drag out to 4, 5 even 6 months to a year. Nobody knows what one is going through and the best way for a friend to offer support is to just listen. Not give advice and certainly not offer worst case scenarios (they do not make anyone feel any better, trust me.)

7. The paint fumes are giving me a headache! I might have to pop out for a bit until the paint dries. Another thing, cat wee smell and painting fumes do not an appetising concoction make.

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