Why Me, And Why Not Them?

imageWhy Me, And Why Not Them?

There were times when I had asked Allah (Subhanahu Wa Ta‘ala), “Why me and why not them? Why do I have all this comfort in my life, while others are struggling to get by? Oh Allah (Subhanahu Wa Ta‘ala), here I’am surrounded by so many loved ones, yet there are those out there whom have no one to turn to! Oh Allah (Subhanahu Wa Ta‘ala), here I’am in good health, yet there are those in so much pain! Oh Allah (Subhanahu Wa Ta‘ala), please help me to understand this, how could this be fair?” Continue reading


The Day I Told My Husband I Loved Another Man

I will forever remember that day when I fell in love with a man while studying in University. I fell so hard for him; in fact, he was my motivation for getting up most mornings, and going to school. Every time I thought about him, a sense of serenity would emerge on my face in the form of a smile. This man was remarkable in every form – he was perfect.

When my heart was so full of love for this man – and I mean so full that I swear it was about to burst- I knew it was the right time for me to tell my husband about him. In all honesty, I had a feeling my husband knew of my love before I even told him. After all, he noticed how eager I was to attend my lecture, he noticed the positive change in my behaviour and attitude – he noticed a new me. Continue reading

How To Implement Prayer Within Your Household


Islam is more than calling yourself a Muslim, it’s about LIVING as a practicing Muslim. A huge part of being a Muslim is performing Salah (prayer); and often times, maintaining an environment of prayer within your home can be challenging. With that said, below are some tips on how you can help implement prayer within your family. Continue reading

My (Un) Planned Pregnancy Pt.3


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

Bye Bye Headaches


I’m that type of person that if I skip a meal or don’t get enough sleep, I will end up with a major headache that will last between 24-48 hours! However, once the holy month of Ramadan arrives, my headaches just disappear, Subhan’Allah! It really is amazing how I have never experienced a headache in Ramadan, Alhumdulillah!

Despite the fact that my sleeping hours decrease drastically, and my consumption of food reduces significantly, my body has never felt the symptoms that I otherwise would in any other month besides Ramadan.

Subhan’Allah, Allah SWT makes fasting easy for us all!

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A Letter To My Son


To My Dear Son,

At this very moment, as I write this, I’am watching you play lovingly with your toys; in fact you are under the coffee table with your bunny, bowling ball, and blanky- and it’s melting my heart. At two years of age, here you are with no worry, just filled with purity, love, and innocence. You know my son, our time on this earth is unknown, for our time of death is only known by Allah SWT. I may be here today watching you with my eyes and my heart, but I might not be here tomorrow to observe the person you become. That’s why I’m writing this letter to you now, for my time on this Earth may not permit me to tell you the contents of this letter in person when you are ready to hear them. I hope you will read this letter one day, not only with your eyes, but with an open heart, similar to the way I’m watching you right now as you play right in front of me.

I want you to know that some people have asked me if I’m afraid that you will grow up to be ‘girly’ simply because you have two older sisters. It hurts me when I hear others saying this, and it even angers me at times. Of course, I’m not worried that you play with dolls, and the fact that you do makes me envision your role as a caring and loving father one day, in shaa Allah. When you carry a doll around the house and kiss it with great joy, it brings ME joy knowing that one day you might kiss your own child like this one day. Some might even ask why I let you play tea party with your sisters and my answer is because it makes me happy to see you having imaginary tea with your sisters, and perhaps this is a start of a tradition; my only hope is that you will visit your sisters and have tea together for the rest of your lives, in shaa Allah. And when you offer your imaginary tea to me with your dimpled hands, it gives me hope that one day you will offer your wife a cup of tea when she needs it – when she’s had a long day or when she just wants you to sit with her and listen. Continue reading

When You Combine The Power Of Dua With The Innocence Of A Child


When you combine the power of dua with the innocence of a child, something special happens…

I remember carrying my second child in my womb when I asked my then 4 year old daughter what she wished for: a sister or a brother? To my surprise she answered “both.” I told her that mommy was carrying only one baby, so she couldn’t have both. Continue reading