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<br />iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-54837414906206561262010-10-16T17:49:00.001-07:002010-10-16T17:49:49.593-07:00Mmm mmm, good.This was my first time making chicken fraciase (sans white wine).<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/16/2567.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/16/s_2567.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I got the idea from my sister and winged her verbal instructions. Hamdullah it was outrageously delicious and we ate every bite. It was SO tasty that there was dead silence at the table; something we haven't had in a VERY long time! I'm starting to like this BlogPress!<br /><br />Salams, sisters ;)<br /><br />Posted on the fly with my iPhone<br />iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-33829461435315833672010-10-06T21:13:00.001-07:002010-10-06T21:13:37.574-07:00Update<br /><div>Salams sisters & Belated Eid Mubarak,</div><br /><br /><div></div><br />If this post seems disorganized and out of sequence, it's because I am disorganized and out of sequence.....life has been bananas, and solitary moments are rare.<br /><br /><br /><div>Well- I might as well start of by announcing that my husband, little man and I welcomed our beautiful baby girl during the month of Ramadan. The preganancy was worrisome this time with health issues, and surviving the third trimester in hot, steamy summer and having a fasting Ramadan vegetable for a husband. I believe the stress of worrying about me and the pregnancy, and working too much contributed to his plight lol. <br /><br />We left home at 430 am the morning of surgery; I had been dreading this moment because I am aware of the risks associated with surgery, and I inshaAllah I was leaving my little boy behind, blissfully asleep whilst Mima (grandma) watched over him. I always find the drive in to be so memorable. Ive passed this hospital a million times in my life, but it seemed so much more exhilerating, personal and memorable. We checked in, they took me behind the scenes to get changed etc, and the waiting began. The hospital was quiet, and as sunrise approached, everything came to life. The hustle and bustle began, and then it was my turn to walk into the chilly and sterile operating room.</div><br /><br /><div>Anywho- our little girl was born via repeat c-section, and the birth was amazing!!! I didn't think it could be all that, since my first c-section was quite shocking and depressing- and you know, there is so much out there about natural births being better (and I do agree although I've never experienced one) etc. We were much more prepared this time, and I felt SO present (thanks H.A.) and involved. My doctors were awesome, they took great care of us, and we had a little bonus in the operating room: the neonatologist that was present for the birth (I'm diabetic) turned out to be muslim! I couldnt see his name tag, but his long beard, and 'mark' on his forehead from prayer (anyone know what this is called???) clued us in right away. It might seem trivial that something like this would make us happy- it's just not very often we stumble upon another muslim.</div><br /><br /><div>After the spinal was in place, and the surgery began, there was so much excitement in the air. It was very quiet and intense. I felt like it took an eternity for baby girl to come out. She made her debut kicking and screaming, with a perfectly round head, black fuzz from head to toe, chubby lips and cheeks, and robust pink color! Alhamdulillah she was totally unaffected by my health issues. My husband whispered the call to prayer in her ear while my surgery was finishing up, so I missed it :/</div>Baby girl was in recovery with me for about an hour; I was allowed to hold & nurse her, and of course proud papa snapped a billion pics of her. She was kept in NICU for the first 24 hours of life as precaution, its hosiptal policy anytime a baby is born to an insulin dependent mother. It killed me not to have her with me, but she was perfectly healthy unlike a lot of her roomates. And we are so thankful for this.<br /><br /><br /><div>Later that evening, when i was able to get out of bed and into a wheel chair, they took me to see her. She literally took my breath away. I swear I have never seen anything so pretty and sweet in my entire life. Right away I just felt my heart belonged to her, and the desire to cuddle her was overwhleming. She was so soft and tiny, and the minute she settled into my arms, I just cried and cried and cried, tears of joy and thanking Allah for this amazing and precious gift. Her twinkling eyes and faint kitten cries were just the most adorable, yet heart wrenching combination- simply because she couldn't room in with me yet, and I already missed her terribly.</div><br /><br /><div>When I fist got to my room after survey ,I had to share it with someone, and the minute I heard my roomate expectorating out loud in the common handwashing sink we shared, I lost my mind and demanded my husband to find me a private room (and he did!). I didnt have a private room last time either. I also loathed that there were tons of visitors and men in the room and I did not want to have to worry about modesty, especially with the post partum bleeding and nursing. The curtains did not provide compete privacy.<br /><br />After five long days and baby going back to special care for 24 hours for double phototherapy (she had pretty bad jaundice) we came home to begin our life as a family of four.<br /><br />She is amazing; simply the sweetest little girl i know. <br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br />Posted on the go with my iPhone<br />iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-81502926762969624532010-02-05T20:17:00.000-08:002010-02-05T20:22:08.305-08:00Be WarnedIf for some reason, there is a brother reading this post, let this be a lesson to you:<br /><br />Never, <em>ever</em> tell your pregnant wife you are bringing home fresh pizza, and then come home without it.<br /><br />Ive got two words for a situation like this. Pine box, baby.<br /><br /><em>Pine.</em><br /><br /><em>Box.</em>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-24075384308794008802009-12-04T22:17:00.000-08:002009-12-04T22:33:21.180-08:00Suburban Cowboy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQc1iW5Xs8XpXDKdG7RAFpbCmtr6EUeaLd_XUcMzvr9FiYVqFG-AukHHldT_2SPXRUDwBGtQzze9d7o8aDkIdKqaendPcsLh0FEMjat-UwD7tiWOcm7z1h9biHD7cxF3NCxLvspK3w-4/s1600-h/IMG_6306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411635729641130194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQc1iW5Xs8XpXDKdG7RAFpbCmtr6EUeaLd_XUcMzvr9FiYVqFG-AukHHldT_2SPXRUDwBGtQzze9d7o8aDkIdKqaendPcsLh0FEMjat-UwD7tiWOcm7z1h9biHD7cxF3NCxLvspK3w-4/s200/IMG_6306.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He just loves wearing his new snow boots in the house, with no pants on. It is the cutest thing. He struts around like he's the new mayor in town!<br /><br />He's got just a bit of status <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chubbicus</span> left in his meaty little legs. Oh it pains me to see the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pudgy</span> legs go, but he's growing into a toddler now!iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-90442658972022775242009-12-04T21:58:00.000-08:002009-12-04T22:16:30.140-08:00Oh No She Didn't.....Part IIOh How I love Eid Swaps. Well- Since I've only swapped with my homeslice HMM aka <a href="http://www.happymuslimah.com/">UmmSalihah</a> , I should clarify that I adore Eid Swapping with her! Everything she does is so incredibly thoughful; take a look at this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhheQvHmzr35oeh_92TAQVqHAIVPi1eJaeYefjFioYVjrjH0ZA_-YQEfOMf52VPJ_EraxTbhNTjJStOM-NOWsOjKzRxgsQaPJ8zkjbe1XkvGZ59oe2D4yjisiqYY3Mz0kdFLaS6GVAbDKs/s1600-h/IMG_6379.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411628091995065138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhheQvHmzr35oeh_92TAQVqHAIVPi1eJaeYefjFioYVjrjH0ZA_-YQEfOMf52VPJ_EraxTbhNTjJStOM-NOWsOjKzRxgsQaPJ8zkjbe1XkvGZ59oe2D4yjisiqYY3Mz0kdFLaS6GVAbDKs/s200/IMG_6379.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The beautiful handmade eid card with a lovely message inside.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvxGMDmgf32ZO-0iH34zvNPWpN6fP9ssakgniWLWJuerKz21sWtKjqXS4h1g_d3o9NEwqwT_-ilX4DKCDcBQclVv8L8MhKzSFr6E9pLbxMb5v-9UxsJaWF9u_6a6hfJcWfRtBby8_p0E/s1600-h/IMG_6377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411628081486489394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvxGMDmgf32ZO-0iH34zvNPWpN6fP9ssakgniWLWJuerKz21sWtKjqXS4h1g_d3o9NEwqwT_-ilX4DKCDcBQclVv8L8MhKzSFr6E9pLbxMb5v-9UxsJaWF9u_6a6hfJcWfRtBby8_p0E/s200/IMG_6377.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Gorgeous Bobbi Brown eye shadows, skin and foot treatments, and lovely beaded bracelets. I am loving the Saudi, alcohol free perfume. Its a musk, which is my favorite- it just agrees with my body chemistry.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9ztwjJ-036F_amHRQf-SuUbglH1bKf0RUlQIHyhEP8ylmDFrLJljZzoLYxlFvV1hKfABLhrKq80rr87kHGIkEe6unAkWg4rM-BC-M6G9qIaGc9lqbzEjQ5m9yDtIl6CswFcQrTbz5-0/s1600-h/IMG_6376.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411628074663149138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9ztwjJ-036F_amHRQf-SuUbglH1bKf0RUlQIHyhEP8ylmDFrLJljZzoLYxlFvV1hKfABLhrKq80rr87kHGIkEe6unAkWg4rM-BC-M6G9qIaGc9lqbzEjQ5m9yDtIl6CswFcQrTbz5-0/s200/IMG_6376.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Chocolate (some not pictured hehe), Sohan Halwa, henna and miswak! PLUS fantastic CD for my son, by Yusuf Islam (aka Cat Stevens)......the songs are so adorable, especially "Ramadan Moon". I am so very thankful for this. iBaby LOVES it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGYcDnpw0nraVsj6vlxSCkJhYf74BtnA97HfGdlSF64v_CyJAMLaGDF22AWckvkVYLwKoRU8j_BxhUz4HINK7K1zLSud22LaGnoLMlZTz7QbIO8UB7ZCllfN2cEynETefBPsnLWhGCQ8/s1600-h/IMG_6375.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411628068630734434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGYcDnpw0nraVsj6vlxSCkJhYf74BtnA97HfGdlSF64v_CyJAMLaGDF22AWckvkVYLwKoRU8j_BxhUz4HINK7K1zLSud22LaGnoLMlZTz7QbIO8UB7ZCllfN2cEynETefBPsnLWhGCQ8/s200/IMG_6375.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Three very off the hook GORGEOUS hijabs. Im lookin' good these days thanks to HMM!<br /><br />I picked up the package on Eid, my mail carrier doesnt like to leave pakcages at the door (Im so appreciative that has concern for other's belongings). It came just in time, as my stress levels were alarming because of the impending move, and it totally caused me to take a step back, reflect, and be thankful :)<br /><br />Thanks sis, it's perfect :)iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-79380705043615948392009-12-04T21:22:00.000-08:002009-12-04T21:55:44.329-08:00Finally, A Moment to Catch My BreathWhat a week it has been. I am so relieved that the big move is over and that alhamdulillah we are very happy in our new apartment. We were cramped in a 600 square foot upstairs apartment with one bedroom, and finally found a great apartment with two bedrooms, groud floor, private entrance and approx 1000 square feet! It is so freeing, in so many ways to be here. No more clutter, more closets, iBaby has his own room now and adjusted immediately. We are all sleeping much better. My only regret is that we didn't do this sooner, however we waited to get the best deal possible.<br /><br />Eid was OK. Alhamdulillah we are well, and lived to see another one. We moved right smack in the middle of Eid, so we didn't do anything special. My hub went for Eid prayer, and I stayed home with a coughing, sniffling little boy. He is OK, had a touch of croup.<br /><br />Inshaallah I am excited to have more space, and now we can have family and friends over for dinner. So many jumped in to help us move last weekend. My husband would like us to make an authentic Tunisian meal to thank them all for their time.<br /><br />I have been off from work for about a week, and how I loved it. I went back to work this yesterday hamdullah, but I miss being home with my little tribe. My son is now communicating with two words at a time, and it KILLS me to be away. Last night as I was leaving, my son looked at me and ask " I come?". I got in my car and cried. He is too sweet for words. The other day I was feeling a little weepy about a few things, and I started to cry. The little bear came up to me and asked "u cy-in, u ok?". <br /><br />Im driving a loaner car from the dealership we got my wheels from. Our car has had some serious problems that cant seem to be fixed. It has less than 10,000 miles, and I certianly hope we don't have a lemon on our hands inshaallah.<br /><br />We had a new bed delivered to our new place the day we moved in. Buying a mattress is basically a gamble. There is really no way to know, in the showroom, if laying on a bed for 15 seoncds is going to really give you an idea of what it will belike to sleep on it. Our first night here, we were drop dead exhausted, beyond what we thought possible. We managed to eat, get showers and we COULD NOT WAIT to go to sleep. It was like sleeping on concrete. My husband ended up on the couch, and I seriously contemplated the floor. What a dissappointment! We have decided to give it time, two weeks- before we send it back. So far- its getting really comfortable!!! I think its a keeper!<br /><br />That's about it for boring updates. i hope you are all well and had a very blessed Eid!<br /><br />iMuslimahiMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-2839878059046199332009-12-02T22:01:00.001-08:002009-12-02T22:05:56.883-08:00We're in!And what a chaotic transition it has been.iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-25656811104655310962009-11-27T11:34:00.000-08:002009-11-27T11:50:25.017-08:00Happy Eid :)Eid Mubarak Sisters!<br /><br />We are moving today and tomorrow inshaAllah, and hopefully I can get back in here to vacum, clean and leave the place nice for the next person. Inshaallah I'll return to blogging monday or tuesday. Please keep us in your duas for a smooth transition and easy move. <br /><br />Hugs to you all!iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-71485707780750013372009-11-23T22:47:00.001-08:002009-11-23T23:27:26.700-08:00Giving ThanksI need to give thanks. Right now. This very second. Alhamdulillah infinity.<br /><br />My God, what have I done to deserve such good things? I often feel I am not living the way you want me to.<br /><br />I have never been more in love in my life. Our son is on the cusp of 19 months old, and he is the purest joy, the purest love, the purest laughter, and the purest light. There are times when I cannot wrap my brain around the love I have for him. Its endless, timeless, and transcends the boundaries of my heart. His belly laughter slays me. His scent is sublime. There is still some evidence of status chubbicus left (aka chubby thighs, cheeks and tooshy) although they are dimishing rapidly since he has taken to running, climbing and jumping <em>non-stop.</em><br /><br />After his birth the depression set in, and it took a while to lift. When I look back I feel guilty for having complained about it, and for having felt so deprived of a naturual birth and crying endlessly over nursing struggles. Whatever it was, it was all God's plan. I realize now I had a failed induction and that's that. Ive accpepted it for what it is, I cant change it and there are no do-overs. Having a c-section meant we were saved from other complications and meant that my son would makes swift entrance into this world with literally no more stress. Why couldnt I see this then? My mind was clouded by fatigue, baby blues, and unrealistc expectations. In the end we were granted a full-term healthy baby boy, and <em>that</em> is truest blessing ever.<br /><br />Im not sure what prompted this post. I suspect its due to reading some very heartbreaking things in the news and the blogosphere. I also suspect my thoughts are in part influenced by our upcoming move this weekend. We are leaving the place that our baby knows as home. This is where we brought him to begin our journey. This is where he slumbered like a prince in his bassinette, in the center of the living room, whilst our loved ones streamed in and out to admire him, and profess their insane love for him. I also suspect that my feelings are brought forth by our impending Eid Kabir InshaAllah. What more appropriate time to think about our children, when Ibrahim agreed to make the ultimate sacrifice for the love and sake of Allah swt?<br /><br />We are goingn to start building memories someplace else now. InshaAllah it will be happy memories. We are going to build a future someplace else now (down the road lol), InshaAllah it will be a bright and rewarding future.<br /><br />I'll probably be without internet for a bit starting on Eid- so InshaAllah I hope you all have a blessed Eid Al Adha. Enjoy one another. I cant wait to hear Takbir at the masjid if we can go!<br /><br />Assalamu alaykum,<br /><br />iMuslimah & Co.iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-86741367456028963322009-11-01T18:16:00.000-08:002009-11-01T18:52:07.036-08:00Gifts :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHR6x6n9R6-EKh2kb9Pim3_IlMsyrkB6e2_t-sEfAFjivwM_PKr34kUnucJRQxs_fi5QhwLM4IkgVmnesFiwGei2PEso6k9E177g1uQ4D4oSley5VpBaUdzOpGiHAvG3ejuBdik-F-4g/s1600-h/IMG_6276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399326559645991154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHR6x6n9R6-EKh2kb9Pim3_IlMsyrkB6e2_t-sEfAFjivwM_PKr34kUnucJRQxs_fi5QhwLM4IkgVmnesFiwGei2PEso6k9E177g1uQ4D4oSley5VpBaUdzOpGiHAvG3ejuBdik-F-4g/s200/IMG_6276.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Outrageous, handcrafted "Happy Eid" Banner</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8BsZKusMcrnqY2R_zHDGmNvqGC6XYg9SF9X608l9RigAk5MxpEryCP7qvzRFKEDg0tAIeuWwBs0LrlCLIceJdRVQ1TisMJEQJmPtjeQSOGYX3Ziq5Y1LfdgeYsYAbNduTyV_vXypFvg/s1600-h/IMG_6261.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399326337426318178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8BsZKusMcrnqY2R_zHDGmNvqGC6XYg9SF9X608l9RigAk5MxpEryCP7qvzRFKEDg0tAIeuWwBs0LrlCLIceJdRVQ1TisMJEQJmPtjeQSOGYX3Ziq5Y1LfdgeYsYAbNduTyV_vXypFvg/s200/IMG_6261.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Blingy, bejeweled bangles (love. them.)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE09Wf_9NXdc0ZhT7sNMxb7LSYLjKhUSDPag1bFTQ0qVrwfhjy9teMLispH2ncdh0n8zjfRlPg2ADTE9CUkBYAINFFtW0f6JCEQ_UnT1YCEb538C8bW4kIWdGajIaXIZaLD2jJcSsLELU/s1600-h/IMG_6278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399326332806997570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE09Wf_9NXdc0ZhT7sNMxb7LSYLjKhUSDPag1bFTQ0qVrwfhjy9teMLispH2ncdh0n8zjfRlPg2ADTE9CUkBYAINFFtW0f6JCEQ_UnT1YCEb538C8bW4kIWdGajIaXIZaLD2jJcSsLELU/s200/IMG_6278.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Over-the-top milk chocolate and henna!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgjn7ImkT0-BEWksnaTXJv2BlLvCDPJPMy8CqZOmyfA_kLApc9seAop4PUMAbjq0a6xc7dVbRD8dKAGWuiLtVEacRNes_XIbwYYTFOYOKxv0YolY5nXcZrWgXHRan8RsHcJ-FehUkyJ4/s1600-h/IMG_6256.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399326327936045954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgjn7ImkT0-BEWksnaTXJv2BlLvCDPJPMy8CqZOmyfA_kLApc9seAop4PUMAbjq0a6xc7dVbRD8dKAGWuiLtVEacRNes_XIbwYYTFOYOKxv0YolY5nXcZrWgXHRan8RsHcJ-FehUkyJ4/s200/IMG_6256.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Last but not least, gorgeous and feminine shaylas with matching undercaps.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Not shown: Hunter green undercap (in the wash at moment), it is a perfect match for my sheer shayla in all shades of green.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Also not pitcured: Hunk of "Happy Eid" milk chocolate that lasted 0.2 nanoseconds.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Regretfully not pictured either: Thoughtful handcrafted Eid card, with picture of her adorable children inside!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br />AOA one and all:<br /><br /><br />Things have been BANANAS here, but hamdullah all is well. We are preparing to move soon inshaallah, so Ive been a bit ovewhelmed these days, BUT I did not want to forget to do this long-overdue post.<br /><br /><br />I received a <em>lovely </em>parcel from my dear sis, <a href="http://happymuslimah.com/">UmmSalihah</a> for Eid ul Fitr, here are some pics of the loot!<br /><br />There are no words to describe how much I cherish every item that was thoughtfully inlcuded in this gift. Everytime I wear my new shaylas, I think of my new friend across the pond!<br /><br />Jazzakullah Khair sister for your kindness :)iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-68035158406771623962009-10-20T08:22:00.000-07:002009-10-20T08:23:22.358-07:00So. <em>Stressed. </em>Out.iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-66672272971060242462009-09-21T19:55:00.000-07:002009-09-22T08:21:22.052-07:00Eid Prayers, Epiphanies and Toes.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Assalamu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alaykum</span> everyone & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Eid</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mabrouk</span>!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Eid</span> was such a good day for us! While I intended to stay home with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">iMuffin</span> while my husband attended <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Eid</span> prayer, that isn't how it worked out. Early in the morning while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">I was</span> blissfully asleep my husband must of thought it would be nice if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">iCutie</span> was in bed with me (not). Almost instantly, I felt little fingers being jammed up my nose and in my ears, followed by hair pulling being ridden like a horsey. My husband took him out of bed at my behest, and then proceeded to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">torture</span> me about what they both were going to wear to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">masjid</span>. At that point, I was annoyed, aggravated and most notable <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">AWAKE</span>, so I decided to go with them. When we arrived the first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Eid</span> service was concluding and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Mashaallah</span>, what a surprise, instead of letting the ladies balcony get dangerously overcrowded, they made comfortable prayer areas outside for spill-over. I was psyched to pray outside! BUT- we attended the second service, and there was no spill over, so I prayed inside. It was QUIET and not overcrowded. I really enjoyed.<br /><br />As prayer was in progress, and as I listened to the recitation of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Allah's</span> divine message for us humans, it all hit me- how tiny I am- we all are in this universe, that I am not the first <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Muslim</span>, nor the last to walk this path and how much work I have ahead of me, and just how LUCKY I am to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Muslim</span> and to have Islam. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, so I looked straight down at my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">feet</span>, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">that's</span> when I noticed.......that the tiny 4 year old girl next to me had a sixth toe. That just about snapped me out of my cry fest, but nonetheless I was happy to be joined in prayer with a child, and realized just how UNIQUE we all are.<br /><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Khutba</span> was really good. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">I'm</span> not a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">saavy</span> cerebral person. I usually take note of a few key things, and the rest just kind of gets lost on me. What was most impressionable to me was how the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Sheikh</span> explained to us that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Quran</span> and our Fasts will be present on judgement day to intervene our behalf. Can you imagine that? It really struck me and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">haven't</span> been able to stop thinking about it since. This was my Ramadan 2009 Epiphany.<br /><br />Worthy of mention- what a beautiful sight the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">masjid</span> was this day. All the women were dressed in their best. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">masjid</span> in our area predominantly serves the Pakistan community; a very well dressed, and affectionate community I might add! Oh how I loved the colors, the style and trends these women displayed. There were bangles and ribbons, beads and sequins, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">embroidery</span> and vivid color, gorgeous <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">shaylas</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">abayas</span>, pant suits and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">niqabs</span>. The children were adorned in the finest garments and running about with balloons. I ran into several people I know, and it was very nice to see them. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">iBaby</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">wouldnt</span> even crack a smile for my friends! Instead he knitted his eyebrows together and pouted his lips whenever one of them talked to him. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Occasionally</span> he muttered "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">ooooooh</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">nooooooo</span>" and looked away in disgust! I was horrified! When the service was over and the imam declared <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Eid</span> Mubarak, I received hugs from complete strangers and strangely I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">didn't</span> get all uncomfortable!<br /><br />I walked away from the service feeling good. We were supposed to have dinner with my family but my step-father got sick and we cancelled. Instead- we had lunch at home, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">skyped</span> with my husbands family abroad, laughed and just chilled out. My mom stopped by to wish us a happy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">Eid</span>, brought my husband his favorite homemade banana cake and gave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">iBunny</span> a gift. We had a gift for her too. It was nice! I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">didn't</span> even cook! My lovely sister made us dinner. That was a relief, as we were running on empty in terms of energy, and that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">gaves</span> us a nice break.<br /><br />We also received some good news this day; my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">SIL</span> gave birth to her fourth child, and both mom and baby are in good health <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">hamdullah</span>! Time to shop and make cards, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">yippey</span>!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />We are very blessed. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">Alhamdulillah</span>- I wish it wasn't over and I look forward to Ramadan 2010 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">INSHAALLAH</span>!!!!<br /><br />I hope you all had a special day.....<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">iMuslimah</span>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-45160494334228033142009-09-19T23:54:00.000-07:002009-09-20T00:19:23.729-07:00Eid Mubarak<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eid</span> Mubarak sisters! The last day of Ramadan was a lovely one, and we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">really</span> enjoyed ourselves. We took our little boy to a cutting arboretum and park (gorgeous I tell you, gorgeous) and ran with him through acres of lush greenery shaded with giant, majestic Oak trees. My son <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">especially</span> enjoyed running through the hills chasing the poor geese. He kept calling them "doggy" and they just kept running from him. It was adorable. Afterwards, we decided we would not cook tonight, and went to our favorite Turkish restaurant for take out, and brought it home. It was perfect. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">iBaby</span> liked it too, and ate well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hamdullah</span>. After <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Maghrib</span> we wished each other <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Eid</span> Mubarak, and reflected upon some stuff, and just relaxed on the couch whilst baby just ran through his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">repertoire</span> of tricks for us, followed by some homemade ice cream sundaes. <br /><br />The three of us drifted off to sleep fairly early, and of course I am now wide awake at 3am.<br /><br />I am a little sad that Ramadan is over.<br /><br />We don't have any plans to visit with any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Muslims</span> (we know very few), but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hamdullah</span>, my mother and step-father have wished us a happy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Eid</span> and will be making dinner for us today at 4pm in honor of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Eid</span>. Isn't that nice???? It will be good to see them, and we will bring them some sweets and gifts.<br /><br />So my gal pals, I hope you all have had a beneficial Ramadan and a Happy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Eid</span>, I am thinking of you all.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">iMuslimah</span>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-64333262636846674772009-09-19T12:32:00.000-07:002009-09-19T12:35:33.553-07:00Quick PostInshaallah we are celebrating Eid tomorrow :) Inshaallah it will be joyful!<br /><br />UmmSalihah sent me a package that is literally bursting at the seams (and I suspect it did because the mail carrier brought it to me wrapped in rubberbands!) and I cannot wait to open it. As promised, I am waiting until tomorrow to raid the loot!<br /><br />Thank you sister, for being so thoughful. Im sure I will enjoy it!<br /><br />Until tomorrow inshaallah,<br /><br />iMuslimahiMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-55686008139439311452009-08-21T22:19:00.000-07:002009-08-21T22:32:16.524-07:00Happy Ramadan!Ramadan Mubarak sisters!<br /><br />May Allah accept our fasts, our intentions and renew our iman, Ameen!iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-30102634586977750492009-08-18T08:28:00.000-07:002009-08-18T08:46:25.121-07:00BBQ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuYaxMWCxZPFFMdu9UUWtlTBcIdbEnueHT_sk1CCvf3r9bQyM-ZUQsodoaK17hCqmyRI_DUNAOs66KmxhmLzn3pdK08v2DoFu7XBElNlDzd0wWcgraVcTXrocfCu15oAM5RxUiQP7PbY/s1600-h/Omar15andhalf+048+(Small).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330358392980050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuYaxMWCxZPFFMdu9UUWtlTBcIdbEnueHT_sk1CCvf3r9bQyM-ZUQsodoaK17hCqmyRI_DUNAOs66KmxhmLzn3pdK08v2DoFu7XBElNlDzd0wWcgraVcTXrocfCu15oAM5RxUiQP7PbY/s200/Omar15andhalf+048+(Small).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jOnnuhp2020w_kJOXAJz5oUWIQwoU8FyeZ1U3VEkNSqgxv5MuO3jUV2XpPM4A8JsD-Lx_H12rgaL8AeP5Ol1caeCyn30madggy00W_Cg9YDbg7S02DdurkKOI00YkUD4ckWLngiIfYU/s1600-h/_MG_5348+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330354002674338" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVyc1sFhGO1fV9n-C3YVJ_OehJgDNyhGt6gsVo6Bm4QlDmjUC9NmES4WMCgM8OgiSPozFO6k-RMbOuswgQu_b4ZVZ6d-JQS3_OSaZOUMucj1qJJOxmTIN1iQRaLrI8J0DstBIKIv87Rs/s200/_MG_5368+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagesare the sole property of iMuslimah</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">and may not be used or reproduced.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-23601428085525935112009-08-15T23:39:00.000-07:002009-08-16T00:14:31.694-07:00Today's Thrifty Craft Haul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVrNBc4y9PcKY9kd3l_TkSnu6qaT9nZ4-A1Zth0PWEYDt4WgdthGwcBfhpw7IHk1_qgyeUKa7Zik78R8qOxFLIm-saVgA2rqjvcvkraOg25oOUoFblDf0tp67lS7Cr_q3o2DK40uX6M8/s1600-h/IMG_5531.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370449774965275506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVrNBc4y9PcKY9kd3l_TkSnu6qaT9nZ4-A1Zth0PWEYDt4WgdthGwcBfhpw7IHk1_qgyeUKa7Zik78R8qOxFLIm-saVgA2rqjvcvkraOg25oOUoFblDf0tp67lS7Cr_q3o2DK40uX6M8/s200/IMG_5531.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Above: 4 mat pads, 24 sheets each <drumroll> $2.50 US / ea. UNHEARD OF!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigPAb7sHpGqiNM1OkB7_a5CwdeTOAt0x39Q-ljwOjBPMpURrNU68NJVVYjlAn008Tf6y4jgEDuzt3piJ5fyRMHT2qAMYJeDrOZ5NLdkl61bU7On1LP5f4UmWB4e_vLJr1tt6iJyzuGYI/s1600-h/IMG_5530.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370448037994735858" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigPAb7sHpGqiNM1OkB7_a5CwdeTOAt0x39Q-ljwOjBPMpURrNU68NJVVYjlAn008Tf6y4jgEDuzt3piJ5fyRMHT2qAMYJeDrOZ5NLdkl61bU7On1LP5f4UmWB4e_vLJr1tt6iJyzuGYI/s200/IMG_5530.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Above: Pack of 50 blank cards (5x7in or 12,7cm x 17,7cm for my friends abroad) $5.00 US<br />Pack of mini blank cards (43/4 x 3 3/4in or 12cm x 9,5cm) $1.00 / ea.<br />Pack of baby themed appliques $1.27 / ea.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Glittery</span> alphabet & hearts $1.97 / ea.<br /><br />I did get a few rubber and acrylic stamps but I am too lazy to take pics. <br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Alhamdulillah</span> my son is better! No fever, no rash, back to normal, so we left the house to go shopping at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Walmart</span> with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">iGrandma</span>. I also scored some cheap washable Crayola jumbo markers and washable Crayola beginner crayons for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">iBaby</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">iHubster</span> was working all day, so this was the perfect opp to shop for bargains, since my mom has enormous patience and loved <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">strolling</span> the cart with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">iBaby</span> in it.<br /><br />Afterwards we went to a local diner for dinner, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">iBaby</span> was nothing short of a menace at the table. He is 15 months now, and throws everything. It is hard to teach them the true meaning of NO at this age. He is starting to gain an awareness, because now he references me with a glance before he hurls things. He has also mastered ripping his diaper off from underneath his shorts. Fortunately he's only done it a few times, at home, with nothing in it. Whew.<br /><br />Tonight we watched <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">CNN's</span> Christine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Amanpour</span> present "Generation Islam". I missed the first hour, and caught the last half that took place in Gaza. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">couldn't</span> stop crying, seeing the damage, destruction, disruption and trauma the children are facing. I saw all these little children running loose in rubble and amongst other dangerous things, hungry and feeling hopeless. Very emotional. I would like to see the first hour, so Ive set the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">DVR</span>.<br /><br />Well, once again this was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">craftless</span> night. Tomorrow night <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">inshaallah</span> is mine! When <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">iHubcap</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">iBaby</span> fall asleep, I will tip toe out and craft myself into a cocoon with the "bumper stash" <a href="http://ah.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">UmmSalihah</span></a> sent me :)<br /><br />I took this coming <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Tuesday</span> off from work <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">inshaallah</span>, to try to prepare some different kinds of soups that I can freeze for Ramadan. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">I'm</span> looking forward to this, as I am starting to get excited that our holy month is almost here. If anyone has any recipes they would like to share, hook a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">sistah</span> up!iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-38097424841354528252009-08-10T22:38:00.000-07:002009-08-11T09:43:59.650-07:00Fever, Emergency Room Visit, and Baba<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJVjYwcLtsJgCbN6cxqpITmJkKZK_EO30BPcLPOzptKdhuhkfKY8bOdn6QPPkC5fOamhEUE70NsiZZ6gfukPY_YfSR-FLoXVBFTFqM0OmQVM3o3HtZmB4vj9TIZWB5EKhflRwhlmAqlE/s1600-h/babaprayinganon.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368583791702007106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJVjYwcLtsJgCbN6cxqpITmJkKZK_EO30BPcLPOzptKdhuhkfKY8bOdn6QPPkC5fOamhEUE70NsiZZ6gfukPY_YfSR-FLoXVBFTFqM0OmQVM3o3HtZmB4vj9TIZWB5EKhflRwhlmAqlE/s200/babaprayinganon.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-u0Foc6Tca8hfZiqKgkYXBHNP5C_CpemopD7SVbnGTcCJdEjcfaqzBz5TzoqymS-zaq8llSYBIfXHCzaN7-lixkP_Y8ijRfCfP0a5gyiuIoHrCvMKkJrqfMMg3r0gb4mktIpSr2A1l4/s1600-h/IMG_4723sharp+(Small).JPG"></a><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEEDQ6BxAihsYeOTAMOKxcSS5uG_rQ4APij67Cwq5eK_6FiifIrtAzE8uCSjemLk7T4Qp2u3CmzhfhEBWmI8MJlDne9KJM5VhoZcVPFm02OXka2JqJIG9dt7zrSOd5fN5culw9t9IbEU/s1600-h/babaprayinganon2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368583211490455298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEEDQ6BxAihsYeOTAMOKxcSS5uG_rQ4APij67Cwq5eK_6FiifIrtAzE8uCSjemLk7T4Qp2u3CmzhfhEBWmI8MJlDne9KJM5VhoZcVPFm02OXka2JqJIG9dt7zrSOd5fN5culw9t9IbEU/s200/babaprayinganon2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTs5WRzlBPQ9CXzNDny4ztWvj8HeT_QJND5buTEmkV7GKLwPSJeT_unRT6Ug0XfegigR5pPTjq4GBiSt33GJUD7lACzR6fZv3A8OYUdqPo4_2G1Rui8_nvUwPPGqr4d1WQpouPtckXThg/s1600-h/babaprayinganon1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368583206560408258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTs5WRzlBPQ9CXzNDny4ztWvj8HeT_QJND5buTEmkV7GKLwPSJeT_unRT6Ug0XfegigR5pPTjq4GBiSt33GJUD7lACzR6fZv3A8OYUdqPo4_2G1Rui8_nvUwPPGqr4d1WQpouPtckXThg/s200/babaprayinganon1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VgO6M3DULXjbDx2_Mq7ZcI5KT2JcsOaNd8sFytJoZQqaZlxRM6fEz_Cv1nYg_btlv1eHXeS3_DgEbBCJyHabVxuC8yZelA0yY6Xqiay4CJzZR5V2rJu-hbrLevhEAnvBfVLTAlvJXHU/s1600-h/IMG_4716sharp+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368583204358976898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VgO6M3DULXjbDx2_Mq7ZcI5KT2JcsOaNd8sFytJoZQqaZlxRM6fEz_Cv1nYg_btlv1eHXeS3_DgEbBCJyHabVxuC8yZelA0yY6Xqiay4CJzZR5V2rJu-hbrLevhEAnvBfVLTAlvJXHU/s200/IMG_4716sharp+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Hi All.</div><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hamdullah</span>. My son was in the ER Sunday night, as he has been having moderate to high fevers with no explanation for 96 hours now. You would never know he is ill. He is happy, loud, playing, eating and drinking as usual. We followed up with his pediatrician this morning (how we appreciate her so!) and she said it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">shouldn't</span> be much longer. No signs of any bacterial infections, all lab tests and exams are fine. My poor little baby with the chubby brown legs. I hope <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">inshaallah</span> this fever lifts soon.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Above are some pics taken about 4 months ago, before my baby got his first haircut. He thinks my husband is an amusement park, especially during prayer, and to me, it is the cutest thing- ever. Now that he is a little older he will grab his own prayer mat, and when he hears <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">takbir</span> he bows his head. When it is time prostrate, he bangs his head on the carpet, and stays there, clapping his tiny hands underneath himself.</div><div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mashaallah</span>. I just love my little guy so much. The love has no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">beginning</span> and no end.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-1111628597439477452009-07-28T23:29:00.003-07:002009-07-28T23:34:56.086-07:00Crafty LoveHere are some greeting cards that I have not yet added messages to- I intend to personalize them as needed. I had a lot of fun with these.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucWSr6QkW66jzyI3ZYAGhzzKs4fCS1QmmZu3vrMGaSwTrghHtbS9qirDL4vEsKxaHVxdhZDUIvBuO-daGj2aMYMkRM8lfAIaaCSHUn3zmHiXuUs9AgaYqz4N1K95l9wYZdhnXe1yJI0w/s1600-h/IMG_5495.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363765896482863954" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucWSr6QkW66jzyI3ZYAGhzzKs4fCS1QmmZu3vrMGaSwTrghHtbS9qirDL4vEsKxaHVxdhZDUIvBuO-daGj2aMYMkRM8lfAIaaCSHUn3zmHiXuUs9AgaYqz4N1K95l9wYZdhnXe1yJI0w/s200/IMG_5495.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here are a few Eid/Ramadan cards; the letter decals are very obvious in the photo due to strong flash, but to the naked eye, you cant see that they are decals unless you look very closely.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGHj_5I3KMHkFOc_2WeBNWHb_0f3_uzvb3-4gYbKK6iK4U5Dy5tklp75w5IB7yrb9ky9dm52a33C6qiq26MXI6pQonZk7PE7e3d8L0eio3nKaHBtTYnicfqTl-IfzUY-EMLGQ2FrT7GM/s1600-h/IMG_5500.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363765895409386258" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGHj_5I3KMHkFOc_2WeBNWHb_0f3_uzvb3-4gYbKK6iK4U5Dy5tklp75w5IB7yrb9ky9dm52a33C6qiq26MXI6pQonZk7PE7e3d8L0eio3nKaHBtTYnicfqTl-IfzUY-EMLGQ2FrT7GM/s200/IMG_5500.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here are a few baby cards Ive done; sorry for the poor focus. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqAA2MJhUYcZWsPvC0XLoDd_PawOrn1i_INYAqs7fCSpZx1LIhX5ZVWKRl8Gah-Rtttct3FGTMYs6_CBHggiT5Y_RjkrvnZ-CdGdO2smw15Dt5Aif-6i-ghUYcIx9ogeBn98qxrFKZQs/s1600-h/IMG_5498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363765892754251042" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqAA2MJhUYcZWsPvC0XLoDd_PawOrn1i_INYAqs7fCSpZx1LIhX5ZVWKRl8Gah-Rtttct3FGTMYs6_CBHggiT5Y_RjkrvnZ-CdGdO2smw15Dt5Aif-6i-ghUYcIx9ogeBn98qxrFKZQs/s200/IMG_5498.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here are some more blanks that I will personalize as needed!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZD3hx9T7DxsC1msZRxaBnwhX1iCAvCpZM_GHlaiyGo3dJwWiupuaUL8sQmBcsHbEGqUg4t5AsMFP8F1xMZ9O0Km51lJdAQnj2ue8LkQy7zq1MtkhbEdcFtiwR-33zAYBkXkZ7Xw8xxzk/s1600-h/IMG_5497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363765890688235042" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZD3hx9T7DxsC1msZRxaBnwhX1iCAvCpZM_GHlaiyGo3dJwWiupuaUL8sQmBcsHbEGqUg4t5AsMFP8F1xMZ9O0Km51lJdAQnj2ue8LkQy7zq1MtkhbEdcFtiwR-33zAYBkXkZ7Xw8xxzk/s200/IMG_5497.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>This weekend I intend to sit down and start using all the goodies from my friend UmmSalihah across the pond. I cant wait!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-66145174642881619752009-07-26T19:30:00.000-07:002009-07-27T22:16:29.280-07:00Oh No, She Didn't!She most certainly <em>did- </em><a href="http://www.happymuslimah.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">UmmSalihah</span></a> that is!<br /><br />Of course, and most notable, was the thoughtful and sincere <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">UmmSalihah</span> original enclosed:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkztqcexbvgZdMlmQHMjORc4qiLjWnJBHDmlrwmnZ5qX5w1mTol_o0sLMNwKvHgq71BqEqFswf3q5CBG7s5aVbbNZ6WpLB5z2COyrqnCxxzWOdI6wKen0UVyqgXaVT6OYgAmVcqOpjJkQ/s1600-h/IMG_5489.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362963008310420050" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkztqcexbvgZdMlmQHMjORc4qiLjWnJBHDmlrwmnZ5qX5w1mTol_o0sLMNwKvHgq71BqEqFswf3q5CBG7s5aVbbNZ6WpLB5z2COyrqnCxxzWOdI6wKen0UVyqgXaVT6OYgAmVcqOpjJkQ/s200/IMG_5489.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Imagine my excitement when I dug deeper to find all this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bling</span>! And sticker art!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdqTQi7ciUyKaDS8g5xCrVG4FVXZpYnOsFMCfpY0KV1a75pDfMyO2B2YNB_eY_Tn1OXprHqvLzV0kb4PP9CfwVjNa2qyy44lp-R4qnXCHE4qESm4o3WqtWLaLwhDBFHjTfTndONvwXIg/s1600-h/IMG_5487.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362963006120540786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdqTQi7ciUyKaDS8g5xCrVG4FVXZpYnOsFMCfpY0KV1a75pDfMyO2B2YNB_eY_Tn1OXprHqvLzV0kb4PP9CfwVjNa2qyy44lp-R4qnXCHE4qESm4o3WqtWLaLwhDBFHjTfTndONvwXIg/s200/IMG_5487.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And then my creative <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">monkeys</span> began stirring when I found these:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzFgWXEkxjopdyHO-yM3JNOKtPHF6WnTuP5ptxQDm3mrI9wk2ycG5t-qJ99mID2c0na5LZOFlR22MrvR_WOst30lGGxLlAW2jEFHImhwlhHNrEwVzmKiPJYpaLhAyX-k5IY1CeToOOd4/s1600-h/IMG_5486.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362963000684271922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzFgWXEkxjopdyHO-yM3JNOKtPHF6WnTuP5ptxQDm3mrI9wk2ycG5t-qJ99mID2c0na5LZOFlR22MrvR_WOst30lGGxLlAW2jEFHImhwlhHNrEwVzmKiPJYpaLhAyX-k5IY1CeToOOd4/s200/IMG_5486.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You see, I have recently been inspired to craft my own greeting cards after reading <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">UmmSalihah's</span> blog. I absolutely love the craft, and find it to be very relaxing.<br /><br />Sister, thank you from the bottom of my heart and may Allah bless you for such a thoughtful and lovely gift!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">iMuslimah</span>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-66718289553051127512009-07-18T21:22:00.000-07:002009-07-18T21:34:54.167-07:00Sand Munching<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2gqf9IQgJ8v4nk29M_PGrCWuJlxJN22FbvP927pJdPFGahuziN8IEKBng0PnG-IV_MtlYmT30irynNrnBLdYlNdieqmanvhNZ33DG8IGB436NDCxF3aIYuAMNRNSdNmDnbvcHTk8lAg/s1600-h/IMG_5273+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360024163129244194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2gqf9IQgJ8v4nk29M_PGrCWuJlxJN22FbvP927pJdPFGahuziN8IEKBng0PnG-IV_MtlYmT30irynNrnBLdYlNdieqmanvhNZ33DG8IGB436NDCxF3aIYuAMNRNSdNmDnbvcHTk8lAg/s200/IMG_5273+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPefYVu6wIvjJDUWlArk3Bm8W22kwOaC0duBZh-06IX7nBXVPIrX2-vEZ82QJH22aaNYh5KP7O80Hd5Xl0GNcrQ5uyLKFOLrj-VynsIYPrxKM24LpkN7FzhkztNbXie3999Tbw4-suoBc/s1600-h/IMG_5256+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360024156300965298" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPefYVu6wIvjJDUWlArk3Bm8W22kwOaC0duBZh-06IX7nBXVPIrX2-vEZ82QJH22aaNYh5KP7O80Hd5Xl0GNcrQ5uyLKFOLrj-VynsIYPrxKM24LpkN7FzhkztNbXie3999Tbw4-suoBc/s200/IMG_5256+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_muUmaQe9FCq9SjHSwO603zrZ_Ih_VfBYwzhzeo1ye-NyveelJLDxfArwciBB5FWL3dyxTSnbHChaF-IeNfZkCrgacD__-MbUXMxQEbzoa0Uj7pImNCO-u0Hvio98Z9TIGJ7c-4eqrM/s1600-h/IMG_5244+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360024152495618082" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_muUmaQe9FCq9SjHSwO603zrZ_Ih_VfBYwzhzeo1ye-NyveelJLDxfArwciBB5FWL3dyxTSnbHChaF-IeNfZkCrgacD__-MbUXMxQEbzoa0Uj7pImNCO-u0Hvio98Z9TIGJ7c-4eqrM/s200/IMG_5244+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0ITEfXQej-sVnSC4Pb8UmyjwaE39yJeq9R2iHMctyLtpX8tn0QGuuIhaa1dXPKhKUsu8w4ygB2fRV9prAPptIKlf9Drc1zovB9FEePnSWTf9-LJe0IvWkVUmwqYN5bZZIF7fWdRslbQ/s1600-h/_MG_5317+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360024147223850370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0ITEfXQej-sVnSC4Pb8UmyjwaE39yJeq9R2iHMctyLtpX8tn0QGuuIhaa1dXPKhKUsu8w4ygB2fRV9prAPptIKlf9Drc1zovB9FEePnSWTf9-LJe0IvWkVUmwqYN5bZZIF7fWdRslbQ/s200/_MG_5317+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Assalamu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alaykum</span>,</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Baby had his first beach experience and boy was it a brand new and exciting experience for him! His mouth was wide open, squealing with delight the entire time! We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">visited</span> our favorite ocean beach close to sunset, after all the beach goers were gone. It was SO peaceful and clean. The water was quite rough and we did not go in. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wouldn't</span> swim in the ocean without a lifeguard, and lifeguards are only there during prime hours when everyone else is there, scantily <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">clad</span> in thongs and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bi kins</span>, so obviously, its not something we will partake in.</div><div> </div><div>Of course, every two seconds <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">iBaby</span> was stuffing his face with sand, pebbles, sea weed and other unpleasant things. He seems to be in a phase where he must sample and interpret all new experiences with his mouth!</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Did I mention my son is walking and climbing? He never stops moving. All day I feel that I am constantly watching every move he makes. Since he has learned to climb, I cannot turn my back to him for even TWO seconds. Before I realized he could climb, I was in the next room preparing a meal, periodically checking on him, and I found him standing on the couch, throwing objects over the safety gate at the top of our stairs! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mischievous</span> I tell you!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div><div><br /> </div><div></div></div></div>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-26099112692454524252009-07-18T21:02:00.000-07:002009-07-18T21:16:22.598-07:00What A Day!!!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Assalamu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alaykum</span>,<br /><br />Sorry for the absence folks. Ive been too busy as usual, and finding nothing interesting about my daily grind to write about.<br /><br />Well, my little luv bug is almost 15 months old! Can you believe that? I cannot. He is suddenly starting to use little words (so cute!), and my favorite is OK. It's just hilarious when he uses it. <br /><br />My sister has a private home with a HUGE private yard and a pool :) Her husband is out of town for a few weeks, so i saw prime opportunity to go SWIMMING! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mashaallah</span> what a terrific day we had. It was just my two sisters, mother and our little kids. Oh how wonderful it felt to be submerged in a giant pool of cool refreshing water. I felt like a kid. I have not been swimming in 4 years because we could never come up with a halal scenario. I took my little guy in with me, and he LOVED it. He was just splashing, and laughing, smiling and blinking the entire time. It felt wonderful to feel so fresh and weightless, not to mention carefree. Afterwards, my son and I just ran <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">around</span> the yard kicking a ball and investigating nature. He loved watching the older kids play volleyball. We <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">BBQ'd</span> and had ice cream too.<br /><br />Today was the perfect, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">relaxed</span>, fun and carefree summer day. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Alhamdulillah</span> it was truly a gift to spend this fun time with the people I love, and for it to be halal and worry free. I hope we can do it again <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">inshaallah</span>. I think my son had a wonderful time. He passed out shortly after dinner and a bath, and is sprawled out in his crib looking so peaceful in his body hugging <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">jammies</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mashaallah</span>. Love the belly and chubby legs.<br /><br />Maybe next time, us ladies can vacate the premises, and my husband can go for a dip with the fellas. I would love for him to have a relaxing day too.iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-66130526345167014292009-06-14T22:33:00.000-07:002009-06-14T23:04:50.746-07:00Blogging With PhotographsBlogging is such a widespread, almost viral practice these days, and sometimes I am surprised if not shocked by content!<br /><br />Here's a question for my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Muslim</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sistahs</span>......<br /><br />Do you feel it is OK to post photographs of other people you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> know, (strangers, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">celebrities</span>, models etc..) to demonstrate something that we M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">uslimahs</span> should or more likely shouldn't be doing?<br /><br />For those of you who may be wondering about my views, I am not totally against photography, I actually love the craft, but generally stick to the landscape kind. Photographs of my family are not displayed in my home, nor do I publish their faces on this blog, after much deliberation. I do on occasion, email photographs to those near and dear, to update them on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">iBaby</span>. <br /><br />Please leave a comment, I would love to know what you all have to contribute to this discussion!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Salams</span>,<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">iMuslimah</span>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253240847893926163.post-25958197538348375702009-06-12T22:44:00.000-07:002009-06-12T23:07:44.533-07:00Bedouin Chic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsgtWy-1fQ-ZdiF-c28wFI2OtlJNCW8EC12yJg7PQ8PQaSrwnblw-nE80nmUWuWRZwnj4uT4Gevud1x0TEqM0YHcHKed3jkzBk1lOVpFkf1Fm_f_BOwqu2dXaxL7VbmZaa9R-dGqQUG0/s1600-h/_MG_5127+(Small).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684943287889234" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsgtWy-1fQ-ZdiF-c28wFI2OtlJNCW8EC12yJg7PQ8PQaSrwnblw-nE80nmUWuWRZwnj4uT4Gevud1x0TEqM0YHcHKed3jkzBk1lOVpFkf1Fm_f_BOwqu2dXaxL7VbmZaa9R-dGqQUG0/s200/_MG_5127+(Small).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Tdhf7-AMdax8Obnt6byyLPmvATS1ftWuw7CgWf53kqMJTGbNBg9F9zbV4t2sUONev2lNH9MNkWOKu7xZq0le0wD7iUJ8fLnMoee4qTiqh2zV5L8HYRFuz2GI41abVErN8WugMa8jrQ4/s1600-h/12to13months+080+(Small).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684938395265154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Tdhf7-AMdax8Obnt6byyLPmvATS1ftWuw7CgWf53kqMJTGbNBg9F9zbV4t2sUONev2lNH9MNkWOKu7xZq0le0wD7iUJ8fLnMoee4qTiqh2zV5L8HYRFuz2GI41abVErN8WugMa8jrQ4/s200/12to13months+080+(Small).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJXGa267hZAh-WZRkbpXARBX-ZePMVF5Z0zNihmwPe5Ph1ypPmTHL2uAj3hUur3Zllc0slC5ExnJDkrY_5YVy-cJZIRguyXLV27RqiUVeFcZNHiKbPKZMgKuk_on5i8yOg9-b5KWkB1Y/s1600-h/chubbyfeets+(Small).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684933728460274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJXGa267hZAh-WZRkbpXARBX-ZePMVF5Z0zNihmwPe5Ph1ypPmTHL2uAj3hUur3Zllc0slC5ExnJDkrY_5YVy-cJZIRguyXLV27RqiUVeFcZNHiKbPKZMgKuk_on5i8yOg9-b5KWkB1Y/s200/chubbyfeets+(Small).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipD5jYIpKwrmmxD5_JJSvEkj9VUiIHBkspp5tZFv331ULp5UeLwRn8OrIP7fh9fwinZutmjS4CGOmRARFEMQReyxvQ7bKaUId2eEtTDev-zFSPHfMIJt-8N7rzKdAoiiABltNvJr3nkiI/s1600-h/12to13months+034+(Small).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684932663980482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipD5jYIpKwrmmxD5_JJSvEkj9VUiIHBkspp5tZFv331ULp5UeLwRn8OrIP7fh9fwinZutmjS4CGOmRARFEMQReyxvQ7bKaUId2eEtTDev-zFSPHfMIJt-8N7rzKdAoiiABltNvJr3nkiI/s200/12to13months+034+(Small).jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Created by Allah</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Photographed by iMuslimah</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright 2009</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Images may not be used or reproduced.<br /></span><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Assalamu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alaykum</span> sisters,</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>My little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">snugglesaurus</span> is getting so big! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">MashaAllah</span> he is 13 months old, running, walking, crawling, climbing and generally sweet as pie. I can't get enough of him these days.</div><div></div><div></div><div>The first image is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">iBaby</span> in a traditional outfit from my husband's country. We couldn't stop squealing when we put it on him. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kufi</span> finally fits him, and we thought they looked good together! Sandals were a great bargain at Marshall's. We took him to an "end of year" children's party for our local <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">masjid</span>, where my hub teaches <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">arabic to the tots</span>. Most of the families were from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Bangladesh</span> and Pakistan, so I got to meet some new sisters from different cultures (and had some deelish BBQ). Their children were exquisite and were enjoying meeting iBaby. It was also nice to meet my husbands little students. What a great group of kids mashAllah! We had a very good time.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The rest are some candid shots of <em>status <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">chubbicus</span></em>. Love those legs. Love. Them.</div><div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Subhanallah</span> to see a human being grow in front of your eyes from embryo to this is the most precious experience ever. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Alhamdulillah</span> for everything.</div></div>iMuslimahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734897331905563252noreply@blogger.com3