Diaraby ( My love)

 A poem, for a change…

Diaraby ( My love)

Diaraby,

Allah knows best

But as long as I live

Noone will ever love you

The way that I do

Diaraby,

You are the desert storm

That is turning my heart and soul

Upside down

Diaraby,

Wherever you go

My prayers and duaas will travel with you

Diaraby,

The distance and the years

Didn’t drift away the love that I have for you

So please come home

Before my henna fades away

 diaraby

Bedtime hour

  • Alhamdulillah, unlike many parents, I have never struggled to get my daughter to sleep. MashAllah, by the age of three months old, she slept non-stop from 8pm to 6am. She used to lean on my chest and fall asleep within a couple of minutes. All I had to do then was to gently put her in her cot.  Until now, it is still pretty much the same! She is still a very good girl. Occasionally, she nicely tries to negotiate and says “I am stay here” (pointing at the sofa) but she won’t insist if I refuse. There is no crying, no yelling, no drama, Alhamdulillah!                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
  • Throughout her bedtime preparation (eg. teeth brushing, pyjama etc),  I always tell her that as soon as she will close her eyes and fall deeply asleep, Spiderman, one policeman and her baby sister (AKA baby girl) will join her and vanish shortly before she wakes up in the morning. I wish you could see her face, thrilled with excitement. All the people she admires are paying her a visit every single night! 
  •                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           When she finally lays in her bed, I recite Suratul Ikhlaas, Falaq and Nass for her. I tell her “Salaam” and she answers either “Salaam mummy girl” or “Salaam mummy”. When it comes to her sibling and sleeping routine, all I can say is that it is another story …unfortunately!  Anyway…Recently, I promised myself that I would also follow a strict pre-sleeping routine. Brothers, Sisters! I am done with going to bed tense, anxious, exhausted or angry. I want to be as happy and delighted as my daughter when I meet my bed (AKA my second husband). Therefore, I am now thriving to have an hour of relaxation prior to this gallant meeting and these are the things  that I do:                                                                                                                         

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