Excuse my blog as it becomes depressing, my mothers birthday is coming up and it’s been raining non-stop and there is no more tiramisu. Life’s rough.
- Ayah: Do you miss mommy?
- Me: All the time, do you?
- Ayah: Yeah.
- Me: Do you miss her right now? Is that why you look sad? Wanna talk about it?
- Ayah: I already did. I told Allah I was missing her today and He told me she misses me too but she can't be here so when I miss her I should think about the happy times and be happy again.
- Me: Allah told you that?
- Ayah: Yeah we talk in my dreams.
- Me: You're lucky then.
- Ayah: Yeah I know. He just wants me to remember that mommy's okay with Him and that I'm okay with you.
Today when I sat at the table for breakfast and looked around at my family, including my sisters who are here now that school is over, my brothers and their wives and kids and my sister in law .. I couldn’t help but think about how happy my parents would be that we were all here together and neither distance nor “step” or “half” relation kept us apart. When we were younger our tables were long and filled with all our family members and my mother would go from one child to the next kissing them and telling us all how much she loved us. She always made sure to never show more love for the children she actually had over the children she gained through marriage to my step father and I hope we can all keep that up.
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.
Muslim leaders from across the globe paid tribute to Holocaust victims this week during a visit to Auschwitz
So is anybody planning on sponsoring me?
Come on people, donate for humanitarian aid for Syria
This is awesome.
Desires make slaves out of kings and patience makes kings out of slaves.
Ottawa-raised sisters Ilwad Elman, 23, and Iman Elman, 21, pose inside the Elman Peace Centre, a rape crisis shelter in Mogadishu. Ilwad works at the centre, while Iman is a commander in the Somali military.
I don’t usually have things like this on my blog but..
On a more serious note I don’t believe anyone can answer the question of how it feels to make love or have sex,however you choose to word it, because it is an intimate experience unique to each individual. It’s really something you’d have to do to understand, kinda like skydiving.