Words From A Canadian Born Muslim Mother

As a Canadian born Muslim mother, I inform my daughter that she should embrace her Canadian nationality, and she does. Furthermore, I teach my daughter to celebrate the diversity that exists within our multicultural country and to appreciate the beauty of individuality that exists amongst Canadians, and she does.  Continue reading

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The After School Mess

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On some winter days, this is what my foyer looks like at 3:30 pm- boots laying on the ground, gloves scattered everywhere, coats piled up high- and sometimes it stays this way until the next morning when my kids put on their winter gear and head off to school. On other days, my foyer is spotless. On ALL days I consider myself a good parent who loves her children and wants what’s best for them. On ALL days my children get fed, get hugs, have playtime, and have a mom who loves listening to their stories and jokes that don’t make sense. On ALL days my children and I have dinner together and play together as a family. On ALL days my children go to bed in cozy pyjamas and kisses from mommy. On ALL days I’am neither a winner or a loser, but a mom who is trying her best.

Sure, some days are more difficult than others, and I get washed over with feeling overwhelmed. Yes, those are the days my foyer looks like a mess, as does most of my house. But no, I don’t let it bother me. Why should I? I know I won’t always have the time or energy to clean my foyer, but I will make time for my children. I can’t always promise you I will have a clean house, but I can promise myself that I will try to be the best parent to my three children. Clean foyer or not, my children are loved and that’s all that matters!

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And This Is Why I Don’t Homeschool My Child…

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The other day, my oldest daughter, Hafsah, requested that I trim her nails for her, as her nails were getting quite long. I happily agreed and started searching for the nail cutter in the washroom. I checked the usual spot – in the drawer…nope, not there. I checked the other drawer…nope, not there either. Suddenly, Hafsah started bawling her eyes out, and through her tears she cried, “You don’t like the way I organize things!” Ummm…ohhhkaaaay? I was confused. “I organized the washroom for you, but you can’t find the nail cutter now; which means you don’t like the way I organize things, NOW I’m never going to organize anything ever again!” Hafsah exclaimed. ‘AND THIS IS WHY I DON’T HOMESCHOOL MY CHILD!’ I thought to myself. Then, my son Idrees started crying because he wanted me to wipe the snot from his nose. Next in line to cry was my daughter Madina…because she wanted some attention. ‘AND THIS IS ANOTHER REASON WHY I DON’T HOMESCHOOL MY CHILD’I thought to myself once again. Continue reading

Back To School Madness & A Dentist Trip

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So, how was the first week of school for your children – and for you? I’ve talked about my experiences in previous posts, but I didn’t mention what exactly happened on the first day of school. Below is a description of how our first week of school went:
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My (Un) Planned Pregnancy Pt.3

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Part 1: http://themuslimahmommy.com/2014/08/30/my-un-planned-pregnancy-pt-1/

Part 2: http://themuslimahmommy.com/2014/08/31/my-un-planned-pregnancy-pt-2/

Within no time, the nurse arrived by my bedside and held my hand. With every contraction I felt extreme pain and fear – this was by far my most scariest moment in life!

Suddenly, out of no where, the nurse started humming in an effort to distract me from my pains, she even picked up a magazine from my bedside table and started reading it, “oh, would you look at this, this looks like a good recipe,” she said a couple of pages into the magazine. After she put down the magazine a minute later, I got another contraction; this time she told me to practice my breathing exercises I had learned in prenatal class. PRENATAL CLASS? WHAT prenatal class?? The one I was scheduled to have next week, but I couldn’t go to because I’m in the hospital HAVING A BABY??? Yup, THAT prenatal class. As soon as I told her I didn’t have a chance to attend my prenatal class, she taught me the breathing exercises, and we did them together until my husband and mom arrived shortly after. Continue reading

The Hijabi Student In Canada – Racism

The Hijabi Student In Canada – Racism

When my daughter decided to wear the hijab to kindergarten a couple of years ago, I felt nervous for her. I didn’t start wearing the hijab until I was in College, and although I never had a negative experience as a ‘Hijabi’ student, I was afraid my daughter would. Unfortunately, I was right. At her previous school, on more than one occasion, we were bluntly ignored by the principal, and I’m positive it was because we were MUSLIM. Continue reading

Back To School Jitters

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Mentally, I was trying to prepare myself for my second daughter’s first day of preschool. With my oldest daughter, Hafsah, the transition to preschool was a smooth one, for she had been to daycare since the age of two. Hafsah loved daycare so much, she even asked if I could take her to daycare on the weekends – when it was closed. So, for her, going to preschool was something she looked forward to, and therefore her first day was no big deal!

However, with my second child, Madina, things were different. Continue reading

My (Un) Planned Pregnancy Pt.2

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Part 1: http://themuslimahmommy.com/2014/08/30/my-un-planned-pregnancy-pt-1/

The next morning I woke up for Suhoor, and noticed something strange – my pants were wet! I couldn’t believe it; I felt so embarrassed, and didn’t expect to wet myself this early on in my pregnancy. I had heard of women losing bladder control when pregnant, but I didn’t expect it happen to me. After eating Suhoor, I prayed, read some verses from the Quran, and went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, and again I was wet! I was so embarrassed again, and so confused, as I was not even feeling the urge to have to go to the bathroom! That’s when I decided to tell my mom about my situation. Continue reading