Dear Haroon

 Helpful and caring

Never rude

Kind and content

Games, Talks, Songs, Plays

Finally growing

making your way to the world

Be good and kind as you always were

Love everyone

Be the best you can be

Dear Jannah

 Learning to drive

Learning not to cry

Learning Resilience

Building confidence

Excellent Leader

Driving force

Just

Thank you for doing your best always

Dear Eesa

 Dear Eesa

What a glorious joy to be your mum

The baby of the family

Today you turn seven

You are ready to pray

Ready to learn

And with your energy you keep us going

I love you very very much

Happy birthday to the big little boy

May Allah give you strong iman and lots of baraka, lots of chocolates to share and lots of legos and everything else that is good for you

 You are six

You are no longer a toddler

We will never have another five-year-old in this home

You are so full of love

So full of undisturbed imagination and creativity.

Pure and true

giving and caring

Eesa Gems

 When your kids throw your jokes back at you.
Me: has anyone seen my phone?
Eesa: Maybe it grew legs and walked away!

Mum --> Mummy --> Bruh

 Mothers are often not celebrated enough and one day is most certainly a gross injustice to commemorate all that they do. We don't do mothers’ day in our culture but I wanted to share the lessons of two mothers whose children’s paths crossed. 

My mother was thrown into the cockpit of a thunderously turbulent ride in her youth but she chose to take hold of her challenges by the horns. MA! She was strong and unstoppable and didn’t let it break her Alhamdelillah. I may not say it often enough mama, but I love you and value everything you do for me. Every good thing we are, is because of your long lectures and strict routine. You never missed reciting ayatul Qursi for us every single night even when you were so tired that you could barely stand. While dad was supportive in every possible way, you were the pivot that stood us through the tough times, and may Allah always keep you blessed in every single way. :)

The second story is about Mummy. Mummy is how we lovingly referred to my late MIL although while she was alive she got very few chances to be one. She was put through tough situation after tough situation… Many times she came so close to giving up but kept going. She lost her husband; she had to let go of her children. She lost her vision, she lost control of her fingers, she hid her tears, she smiled through it all… She was jolly and jovial and a sweet soul that left us too soon. While we miss her, she is always in our duas and memories! I will remember to smile even when it's hard, because of her. 

Motherhood is the most underrated profession in the world… yet it is one that is the most valuable to every human being. To all the sweet mamas out there - we need to cry it out but keep going… Much love and joy! 

FAS

Moosa

Me - let me ask a kid, they are always honest

Me: Moosa, do you think I need make up

M takes a good look to scan my face

Moosa: Hmm Yeah

Us: WHAAT?

Moosa when his boots are wet as narrated by the neighbor - Now the puddle is in my boots

Me: Moosa, Do you need some help with that?

Moosa: No! My teacher says 'don't get your mum, dad, brother, pet fish, pet cat, pet hamster to help you with your work!"