Friday, May 18, 2018

“Ramadan Krem”

(Picture source: MBC)

Remember this guy baby?
Did you remember me when you saw him? Did you cry, or hold your tears?
Did you wish to talk to me?
Did you try fasting?
I recieved “Ramadan  Karem” from your number, was it you, or someone else?
How are you surviving this “no Mama” lifestyle?

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Ramadan mubarak!
May Allah Guide us & Accept us!

So many mixed feelings every Ramadan.
So many people to miss. Smells. Voices.

Our house has always been where iftars take place. Where everybody gathers. Where a lot of Quran is read in its corners.

This Ramadan finds me so broken.

For the first time in more than a decade I break my fast with my closest family members all together. Parents & siblings. May Allah never deprive me of their presence. الحمد لله

For the first time without my daughter. Birthdays, mother’s days, sickness, all without hearing her voice. May Allah Protect her!

Well, enough with the sadness, last night. Let me tell you about last night. First taraweeh prayers on the night of the first of Ramadan. We moved to a new area, far from our masjid. I was so excited to check out the nearest masjid here.

We went, & the imam made mistakes reciting The Opening. And more mistakes followed. I was a bit upset. How did they let him; no other imams? So many questions.

The first two rak’as, I prayed next to a woman who constantly looked behind & actually turned her head throughout the prayer. As soon as we finished those two rak’as, she left.

The next two rak’as, I moved to fill a gap & slowly tried to let my shoulder touch the shoulder of the woman next to me. She shook her shoulder away. I tried again, thought it wasn’t done on purpose, she got really pissed, did salams, looked at me angrily, took a step away from me, and prayed again. Next to me but not close, with a gap between me and her, and another between her & the lady next to her. As soon as we did rukoo’ her keys made huge noise, she was wearing maybe 10 keys or more in a chain around her neck. I got so scared. She was very aggressive throughout the prayer. As soon as we were done with those two rak’as, she left to a corner.

I then needed to process. Process all this. Either become super angry at the imam & the two ladies, or try to understand.

1. This imam wasn’t an Arab & read better than me & memorizes the whole Qur’an. He studied for years to become an Imam. Maybe his recitation isn’t ideal, but he worked more than most of us do. May Allah Guide him.

2. The lady who kept turning her head while praying wasn’t doing right, but who knows where she’s coming from, who knows why she’s turning her head. May Allah Help her.

3. Again, I’ll never know why that other lady couldn’t pray shoulder to shoulder. Maybe she has a phobia. Whatever reason, she actually came to the masjid, bless her heart!

Ramadan is all about widening your horizons. Looking at the bigger picture.

I had an argument yesterday, I was asked why would I ask youth to go pray taraweeh, while they miss their daily prayers. I didn’t win the argument. 

All I wanted to say is that taraweeh have a certain taste, that you wouldn’t easily get at home.
Especially if they were taraweeh you went to with your uncle A, who has a special Ramadan outfit & perfume.
Especially if you go to masjid Mus’ab Ibn Omair in Abu Dhabi, & pray behind sheikh Jaber AbdulHamid Qutb.

Sheikh Jaber, you are always in my prayers. You know that I wanted you to teach my daughter Qur’an? It was one of my wishes. Who knows, maybe someday.

How many of you can tell a person’s nationality from their toes? ;)

Ya Allah. So many mixed emotions.

اللهم إنك عفو كريم تحب العفو فاعف عنا

P.S. Did you imagine this Ramadan would find you where you are today? In a million years, I wouldn’t have guessed even tenth of it!

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Seven...



My one & only,

Just like today, seven years ago, you took your first breath. It took you a few seconds to let out you first cry. I got scared, & the nurses did too.

As soon as you did, they put you on my chest, & I didn’t know what to feel. You were really here. After all the kicks & dreams. All the vitamins & fears.

You came to our lives, filled it with a new kind of love; a new taste, a new strive.

I was always overprotective. I didn’t even get a chance to change, from all the care I gave you. I suffocated you with all my fears.

And today, you’re not with me. You’re celebrating in another continent, with others I don’t even know.

I can’t smell you or see your face. Can’t cry & tell you how I sniffed you until that last day. Can’t know what’s happening to you, your eyes, your heart, or what’s your  new nickname...

All I can do is wish you a happy birthday, happy life, with & without me. I’m kissing your picture & praying for your return.

May Allah protect you, & keep you safe oh Allah’s miracle, my little princess, my  one & only babygirl <3

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Just another day...



Yesterday was a very difficult one. It was not just another day for us here. You answered the phone & sounded full of fear. You said you’ll be travelling for 20 days after Eid & weren’t allowed to tell me where to or connect with me on those days.

Then you said you were wearing an eyepatch. You said you’ll be wearing it for three months & that your right eye is super weak. You said it itches your nose. I didn’t know how I held my screams. My tears wet my blouse.

It’s hard.

Not knowing & knowing are both hard. How much more can my heart take. 

I am not saying it’s not fair anymore, because it adds nothing & lifts nothing.

Dead air. It’s like I’m sucked out of me.

It’s when you think it can’t get worse, and it just does.

Today is another one. One of those many many ones they don’t let you answer the phone.

الحمدلله with all my heart. Alhamdulillah for it all.

Remember your eyes’ surgery? Remember? May Allah Heal you just like He did many times before!

You’re strong baby, I know, you’re way stronger than me. I’m so proud of being your mommy!

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I’m praying, always praying for you.
Out loud & with no words & no clue.
I know Allah Is Taking Care of you.
He Knows; that’s what’s getting me through.
Babygirl, li’l princess, you know I love you?
I wish I could give both my eyes to you.

Friday, April 27, 2018

A web of love...



Mr Rogers said they’ll install the internet after a couple of days. Oh, didn’t I tell you? We’re moving, AGAIN! Maybe for the hundredth time in my life. A new corner, new air, new water stream..

We need to detox, don’t we? Maybe try new routines. New sights. But never a new Dooby; we’ll surely miss you kitty; may you stay safe :(

I always believed a home should always have elderly, children, & cats. Or at least that’s how our home was always like. However; life happened.

*sighs*

TV has always been important in our home. Maybe ‘cuz it can magically take us back in time. See beautiful things that stopped existing. Or listen to some words that strengthen our faith.

Faith. Know something, faith is literally everything. Brings forth courtesy & patience. Faith is what grants us serenity & tranquility.

I’ll feel better when:

I do my homework.
Ice skate.
Graduate.
Play.
Get that job.
Buy this & that.
Leave that job.
Get married.
Have my baby.
Go for Hajj.
Get divorced.
Get healthier.
Lose this pain.
Kill those cancerous cells.
And so much more.

However, it will never work when you hang your joy on certain conditions. It’s all about faith. Faith.

Now don’t ask me how to have it please, I’m sure you know better than I do.

Love,

Sunday, April 22, 2018

My Eyes...



Your eyes,
My eyes,
No lies,
No cries,
Your love,
Hatred defies 🌸

For the first time, in months of different moons & sun, they let me see you online; ‘cuz He for me to see you Has Willed!

الحمد لله حمداً كثيراً طيباً مباركاًفيه

I don’t want to be dramatic and sad, but what can I do.

I saw how scared you were. Your eyes were watching out throughout our call, & were not free. Our words were monitored, & so were our tears, cries & fears.

I saw your sadness & felt your sorrow. I know it’s hard. Your teeth were pulled out today. You are older. Hopefully stronger. You’re definitely a survivor.

I’m sorry you had to grow up faster than you should have. Sorry you had to make your own breakfast before hitting seven. Sorry you sleep in the dark!

Today you are new.
Days before turning seven.
Today you are lost.
A victim to an unconvicted felon.

If Allah Wills, He’ll bring you back to me.
In a heartbeat, he can let me your eyes see.

Eyes of my eyes, blood of my blood,
I’m never whole without you, my pains can run a flood.


Friday, April 13, 2018

Tomorrow?



I don’t know. But today, you’re not here, and that hurts!

Teta’s humming in the kitchen, as I’m writing these words. It ‘feels’ home that way. Are you feeling home? I’m sure not!

For the first time in the past six months they actually let you call me a real call. I don’t know why or how, but they did. For 24 whole minutes!

Are they starting to understand the truth of the matter? Are they getting close to admitting that your safest haven is with your mama? I don’t know...

You said that you’re starting to master swimming on your back & that you started sleeping on your own, without “night light”. You tried to convince me that you’re not scared, & that you’re doing great.
I know it’s hard, but I can’t change it.
I’m so sorry baby.

You said you’re still saving money to get me our dream big car. Baby, that means the world to me!
You said you’ll play a new half turkish song on our rides; that you’re sure I’ll like.
Baby ana <<33

You said you’re bigger, wear size 10, and your hair grew longer. MashaAllah habeebit mommy, I wish I can see that.
My eyes are dry now; not sure if you’ll know them.

You tried playing my game, and asked me if I wish to share any secrets with you. I only said that I wish to be with you.
I lied.

I didn’t tell you that Teta & I cry everyday.

Every.

Single.

Day. 

I didn’t tell you that Lulu broke down, literally broke down for you a few days ago...

I didn’t tell you that we’re moving, maybe close to a kids park.

I didn’t tell you that my heart wept at Ikea yesterday. I don’t know if we’ll go there together again, if you’ll play there & ask for ice cream. Again.

I didn’t tell you that at Payless Shoes I wanted to SCREAM and tell the world that I have a baby whom would have been wanting to check out shoes & ask me to buy ones for her with heels, & that I always manage to say ‘no; they’ll hurt your feet’... How I never let you off my sight, not even to hide behind the isles to play hide and seek.

I didn’t tell you that every time my phone rings, I freak out. It’s becoming scary.

I didn’t tell you that I have a million fears for you from your very self, let alone the rest of the world. Seen & unseen.

I didn’t tell you that I want to put my head on your chest & cry my heart out.

Baby, you always take care of me. You always tell me not to worry. You need to come back to me baby. You need to tell me it’ll be okay. Please.

Promise to let you comb my hair.

Tu’bury alby mommy......
Lallooo so so so muchy much!

Monday, April 9, 2018

Fifty One Days Later...



They let us talk again! Just. Phone. Calls. Who knows for how long...

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184 days & nights since I last kissed you... It never got easier. Not once. I’m still here. Trying to hold on to my grace.

51 days ago they decided to not let me talk to you. Fifty one cold days and fifty one  dark nights. A severe torture. Not knowing anything about you. With nothing left in our hands to do to stop their destruction.

Only yesterday they let us talk! I don’t know why then, but surely Allah Knows how hard it has been for us. I pray it wasn’t as hard for you baby.

Sorry you had to travel by plane & go through so much wihout your Mama. Sorry ya wardet mama <3

You told me today that starting from tomorrow you’ll be going back to the house from your school bus BY YOURSELF! But you’ll call your father every time you reach home! I had a bad headache since that moment. Something happened to my brain cells. My heart can not fathom. How? Why?

So many questions I NEED to ask you, but fear holds my tongue. I fear them doing that all over again.

I’m sorry for not telling you how I feel. Not showing you how much I’m dying each moment for you. I just can’t; too scared of them turning all connections off. Over. And. Over. Again.

I’m sorry I won’t be there on your birthday. I’m sorry for not being a source of light in your precious life. I’m sorry I won’t be in your pictures.

Someday I’ll have you back, inshaAllah. I’ll explain to you. And if that doesn’t happen; it’ll surely happen up there inshaAllah.

Lallo mommy! Heart of my heart!

Remember this book? I never continued reading it for you. I never let you watch Cinderella; not knowing that you would experience her life at 6.5.. I thought watching Lion King would be too rough for you. Not knowing that you were to go through this chaos too soon.

They let you watch After Life?! May Allah Protect your little heart Pateeteyayeeee!

Did you really mean it when you said that my mac & cheese is better than the one they gave you for lunch today? Please don’t forget my love for you.

Mommy loves Nonny very muchy much!

Ugy muggy baby!

Ana Moudou :)

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