Mother's Day: To Celebrate or Not?

Whilst commenting on Umm Salihah's blog, I realized it was too long and that it would be more appropriate to just continue my thoughts here- so welcome, and thanks for reading.

Regarding Mothering Day/Mother's Day:
It is a personal and emotional controversy with me. With Islamic evidence presented, part of me still doesn't see a problem with this celebration, since my intention is not to honor a Greek or oman goddess or take part in a religious ceremony, however being Muslim and visually (hijabi) Muslim, I feel i have a certain responsibility to set an example and to be consistent.

I appreciate my Mom on a daily basis. In the past I have adored celebrating her life on Mother's Day, and I relished in the joy she exuded when she was treated like an absolute queen by our family on this day! Waiting an entire year to pull out the stops made it special and exciting.


Regardless of why I was brought up to celebrate Mother's Day, and it's origins; despite fatwas, and scholarly opinions on whether it's viewed as a shirk innovation- my feelings haven't changed. A month before Mother's Day, my siblings and I would secretly start growing our Marigold and African Violet flower seeds in empty coffee cans. Painted macaroni necklaces were in progress, our hand prints in plaster were a right of passage, and of course, one of us made a pig sty out of the kitchen trying to bake a cake. Let's not forget the original poem chock full of misspellings and atrocious grammar. My father would give her rose garden extra special attention and even add new buds. He did his best to please her within their means. All this, for the love of Mommy. I still want to burst into confetti on Mother's day for all the memories and love she gave us. For all the pain and sacrifice she endured for us. For all the penniless moments, multiple-jobs-with-no-day-off moments, and scary moments. For holding her head up high during the darkest hour moments, and all of her successful and and accomplished moments.

Not partaking in this day does not mean I love her less than I did yesterday. It does not mean that she is not a phenomenal woman. Not celebrating would mean my faith is stronger than I previously thought. Not observing would mean that I truly believe any sacrifice or hardship in this life will be rewarded in Jannah. I imagine that my mother would agree that faith in God is more important than anything else in this life.

So- you ask, what does iMuslimah want from us? I'll tell you and then some. I want your deepest internal wisdom on the subject (pretty please), especially if you are a recovering (Muslim) Mother's Day or Birthday junkie. I want to know, stated as simply as possible, what motivated you to give up non-religious holidays and how you changed your feelings. If you are somewhere int he middle like me, I would like to hear about that too.

Jazzakullah Khair,

iMuslimah

Yes, You Are Seeing This Correctly



Yes, Ladies- it's real.

This sign is posted on a state owned beach upon which a national landmark is built. How is this fair? The attraction in the background received hundreds of tourists weekly during spring and summer. Unsuspecting visitors (such as myself) may walk the entire boardwalk to the ocean front not realizing what awaits them; people. Yes, lots and lots of men and women who like to tan their bits, frolic in the sea, and play volleyball- completely naked. And I have news for you- they aren't all spring chickens in their prime.

How I wish this wasn't so. How I wish there was a beach for religiously modest or just very conservative families; where clothing is not optional, thongs and speedos are a no-no, and our children could enjoy God's splendor without being subjected to haram habits. I know that in life, my son will be faced with many choices and decision, and that I cannot completely shield him from indecency, but this is where I draw the line. It's a painful one. I miss the beach. I want to build sand castles with my son and husband. I want to teach him to body surf someday. I want him to splash around in the surf and collect seashells. I suppose these joyful activities will wait until we go to my husband's home in N. Africa, where hijab is observed. I am looking forward to this inshaAllah.

I know that what awaits us in paradise inshaAllah, will be far more spectacular than anything we can experience on earth..........

Surrender

Stick a fork in me, I am finished. I cannot find a template that really suits me. This is the last attempt for now. I loved the blue jeans, but it was a little hard to read. This one is much easier.

That said, I'm about to do some more baby proofing. We need to move some furniture around to make a better play area for my little Huggles. Hopefully I will be able to get to the toy store today, and get him safe toy chest for all his things. He loves to dig through his things, it keeps him busy for hours. For now, his toys are in a basket, and he takes them out, then puts them back in- over and over again. It's too cute.

My PC that I use soley for editing and storing photos took a dirt nap last night. I went out and bought a portable hard drive to back up my photos (all 14,000+ of them), and when I went to actually do it, my computer would not start. I think the power supply in the tower died. I'm totally annoyed, because now I will have to pay someone to back up my hard drive.

Lets not even talk about the fact that I have my photoshop proggie on the dead puter that is only for XP- and this laptop is vista. That was a dowload also. Currently I'm downloading trials of newer photoshop products to try on vista. They are super expensive. CS4 is about $700 USD. Im thinking of buying an older version of CS2 on e-bay for $150 USD. I'm so bummed out. I just took a bunch of new photos of Huggles with my new lens, and now I cant upload them and process them!

Moving on- I hope to get my hair done tonight. HijabiApprentice I know you will be appalled, but I have not had my hair cut since huggles was born, nor have I colored it. Four inches of grey roots (attractive). My sister is a hairdresser/make up artist, so inshAllah she will cut, color and highlight tonight. I need a pick me up. Feeling like dirty spittied up dish rag.

That's all for now. More later.

Ciao Bellas.

Ridiculous

I'm about to loose my MIND with this bloggy template XML crap.

What do you think? Should I keep it? Is it easy to read? I hate busy blogs that make my eyes bug out. I love blue jeans. I love my baby boy in blue jeans. Too cute.

Having trouble customizing. I'll have to ponder this tomorrow. Feel free to leave advice.

Shukran ;)

I've Been Tagged!




Thanks http://hijabiapprentice.blogspot.com/ :) Back atcha bewty!


The rules:

1. Admit one thing you feel awful about (involving being a mom). Once you have written it down, you are no longer allowed to feel bad. Remember you are a good mom!

2. Remind yourself that you ARE a good mom, list 7 things you love about your kids, you love doing with your kids, or that your kids love about you.

3. Send this to 5 other moms of the year that deserve a reminder that they too are the best moms that they can be. Remember to send them a note letting them know you have selected them, and also add a link to your post that directs people back to the person who nominated you!


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One thing I feel awful about: Working full-time. It is not a choice. Alhamdulillah I have a good career that is rewarding. We are saving to buy a home inshaAllah. We are also both working on our education, and also saving for iBaby's education. I know that in time, I will be able to slow down. When my little man looks at me with his big liquid brown eyes, it slays me to walk away. I don't know that writing this down will make me feel better, but it's worth a shot.


Seven things I love about my son: This is tough, I have more than seven. I'll try to keep it brief.

1) the thighs, THE THIGHS! Oh they are sublime and chubby.

2) I love watching my son when he is *busy*. It is the cutest thing ever. He becomes
engrossed in something (i.e. toy phone, stackable cups, etc...) and won't look at me.

3)I adore watching my son and my husband interact with each other. They have such a
unique and beautiful relationship.

4)When he is excited, instead of screaming while exhaling......he screams while inhaling. It
is the most hilarious sound. Especially in the middle of the night when he thinks it's play
time. The minute he lays eyes on my husband, he starts making this noise, because
he knows he is going to have fun.

5)I love feeding him his bottle. He just turns in to a super-mush-love-angel-baby and
stares at me intently. When he drifts off to sleep, he fights it, as if he is checking to see
if I am still there.

6)I love playing peek-a-boo with him. He cracks up every time. He loves any kind of
game.
7)I adore shopping for him. I find joy in purchasing even the most mundane things like diapers, wipes, bath prodcuts, clothing and shoes. It helps me realize that together, my husband and I can provide everything he needs, through the grace and mercy of Allah swt.
Overall, I love the joy and happiness he brings our families. He is loved infinitely, and cared for more than he will ever comprehend until inshallah he is father someday.
I would like to tag HijabiApprentice & UmmSalihah but they have already been tagged. In addition, I will tag: http://americanmuslimawriter.blogspot.com/ and http://motherofabdu.blogspot.com/ !

Mr. Blue Jeans





Mr. Freshy pants is quite edible in his new jeans. I found Levi's on sale and splurged. I nearly lost my mind after I dressed him. The cuteness was too much to bear. I just started snapping away. I can't believe he is almost 10 months old. Current stats:
23 lbs 7 oz
30 1/2 in long
No teeth
Stands alone, takes steps.
Still calls me Da-da.
Calls my husband Baba
Babbles all day long
Loves to be clothing free
Can remove his pants
Can remove his diaper if left to his own resources
Loves telephones
Doesnt love mommy on telephone
Loves to throw things
That's about all for now. Alhamdulillah he is thriving and well. I love him so very much.

What Is This World Coming To?

I am absolutely appalled by what I've just read:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/scienceandtechnology/technology/4611161/Rapelay-virtual-rape-game-banned-by-Amazon.html

What kind of sick and twisted individual would want ANY part of this? There's my answer- a sick and twisted one. How could this be a game? I am actually having trouble forming my words right now, because of how disturbed I am.

Has anyone else heard about this? I realize violence in video games is nothing new, but this takes things to a whole new level. It's almost like consumers are so so so satisfied by over-the-top technology and animation, that the manufacturers and developers have to come up with things like this to keep the attention of the virtual gaming culture.

I suppose I should not be surprised, women have been exploited for thousands of years, why should it stop now? In my opinion, rape has little to do with desire, it's about hatred directed at women.

Everything seems excessive these days; music, television, movies....people of all ages are constantly being bombarded with images and notions of immediate gratification and needful things. I can now see how the trend is leading to products like these. Disgusting.

I'm flat out sickened by this. Ya Allah, All Knowing, All Seeing, save us.