And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty. I didnt want to go alone though, so I pulled the first person in sight with me. After briefing her, we both hurried towards Yusuf. I finally caught up with him.

There are swarms of people arriving and I feel overwhelmed. I just need to take some time out of the chaos so I rush away to an empty room and allow the silence to envelope me. I watched her as she tried to feed Nusrat- the little bundle wriggling in her arms. She signaled for a shot of Morphine through the IV and I obliged, trying hard to fight my tears knowing that I was probably witnessing the last attempt at bonding with her child. I get up and walk to the doo.

Memoirs of a memon girl. To all those that were waiting for me to complete sosomuchmore, I am truly sorry for keeping you all in suspense for one whole year. Life has been more than hectic and unfortunately blog time was impossible to fit in. However I have been writing and will complete the blog this Ramadaan insha Allah. Maaf for the very long delay. I hope you all enjoy the read. Memoirs of a memon girl.

Radhia and I became good friends. She convinced me to do things I would never do otherwise! According to her it was quite appalling that I didnt know how to swim, and was not into outdoor activities. The group often planned beach trips, hikes and other outings. Usually I was known to only show up for indoor soccer, bowling. My father, although a successful charming b.

2 The Beginning of an End. 13 Oh, baby! 14 An Unexpected Turn. 42 No Tragedy, after all. 52 A New Home Fati.

Stories, advice , experiences. I was recently reminded of my very first Ramadan post and took some time to read and reflect on it. This Ramadan I realised more than ever that there are so many different caps we wear as mothers. So many things we need to be. Much has stayed the same.

When I look back my life, I see a strong woman. Someone who went through many phases of life. I seen it all, went through it. Women, as they say can carry brick loads of hardship and still stay strong. I stood strong for my beautiful, innocent kids. Each day was something new, a new problem would crop up. It was tough being alone, without the man I lived with for seventeen years. Allah protect us always and keep us safe. After those people left, Aamir, the kids a.