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Hi.

I haven’t shared anything in a very, very long time. I am a little frustrated right now, actually, and I am writing from a place of feeling obliged, because my WordPress subscription just got automatically renewed even though it was not due to expire until the end of September. So I am not sure what happened exactly. I never agreed to automatically renew it a month before the expiration date. Anyway. Part of the reason for my extensive ‘silence’ though was having to write a lot for credit classes I’ve had to take through a community college this past year. That included an early US history class, two composition classes, a psychology class and a sociology class, all of which I enjoyed thoroughly but yes, also left me with no spare time to ramble about anything else. Another reason was that I am no longer certain what this blog really represents. It started off with just talking about what I’ve been up to, writing about a few of my prenatal, birth and postnatal experiences, sharing herbalism related stuff, some recipe here and there, occasional creative (lol) writing, or some standalone essay topic, without ever fully developing into anything substantive.

So, because I want to look back at this unauthorized early subscription renewal and say, hey, at least I published one entry between this annual subscription and the next date in 2027, I will just provide a short life update… first off, my beloved grandmother passed away in January of this year, and that was one of the hardest months of my life. I felt very lonely, because I couldn’t share my grief as much as I needed to with anyone except with myself and Allah. Anyone who has little kids knows that they don’t allow you much space to just feel the feels. I was away from my dying grandmother and my close family members who surrounded her in her last days. I couldn’t leave to see her given all my obligations, but it did make me feel better knowing that, if she were able to speak, she would have told me there’s no need for me to physically be there while neglecting other responsibilities she always urged me to tend to with gracefulness. She would have told me, as she always did, that physical distance does not matter because the souls are near.

Second of all, as I just mentioned in this post, I started taking classes through a community college, and while it may take a while, my intentions currently are completing prerequisites for Nursing. So, on top of full-time mom and homeschooling duty, that has kept me very busy, but also very intellectually engaged. Outside of college, I’ve been taking Persian classes since nearly half a year and that has been really fun, too, especially seeing the overlap between Turkish, Arabic (both of which I am relatively fluent in) and Persian and how we use the same words, sometimes in different ways. I have Greek and Spanish on my wishlist too, but I told myself I will spend at least one year on Persian.

Finally, after three months of waiting on babies and weddings in Cyprus (there were only one of each, but for the sake of exaggerating…), we returned to Chicago, packed our apartment in about 9 days and moved into a new house in the suburbs where we are closer to some friends and family, and have a great backyard and not so great tiger mosquitoes that are making me really miss the Cypriot heat. I am excited to officially start our homeschooling year, with our oldest starting fifth grade. Mashaa Allah! And, alhamdulillah, after about two years of consistent tajwid classes and making recitation of the Qur’an a regular daily practice, I am about to embark on my ijaza pathway (in teaching, not hifdh — yet).

Dear reader, I hope that you had a safe, peaceful summer and have a wonderful rest of the year ❤

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istikaanat chai | a small cup of tea

One thing that I will never forget is how my grandmother would pour the tea from the small istikana into the saucer, to cool it down, before bringing it close to my lips so that I may take a sip. I imagine the room brightly lit from the sunlight streaming through the Ottoman-era shutters in the bedroom upstairs. There is a terrace adjacent to it. A picture of my mom depicts her atop this same terrace, her hair wet from a recent bath. She might have just had my second brother, or the first.

I also remember the long ka’ak my grandmother would dip inside the tea before handing it to me. This bag of ka’ak would usually come from Damascus, either after my aunt or grandmother’s return, or as a gift from someone visiting us in Cyprus. The warm tea would soften the bread, and give more flavor to it. Those rituals are some of my most cherished childhood memories with the woman I most love after my mother. Her mother, and after her, my aunt. I spent so much time with my aunt growing up that she’s become inseparable from what defined me as I grew into who I am today. I don’t call her as much as I should, after we both left Cyprus.

We often think of ourselves as weavers, weaving with the threads that we gather throughout our journey on this path called life. And the carpet we weave is our masterpiece that tells a story, our story, from our perspective. But could it be said that we are a woven piece ourselves? Woven by those who come and go, or remain, in our lives? If I were to be woven, then I contain many threads woven into me by my aunt in the first rows that make up the piece that I am.

Everyone passing through our lives can weave into the loom holding us, with their unique colors and different qualities of yarn. Some come with beautiful vibrant colors, others are masterful in their little touches, while others add a mending touch… with colors that may appear simple, or with threads that disappear between the intricate patterns, but in actuality holding together the rest of the strings to prevent a deep hole from peeking through.

Veil in Olive © Medina Dugger

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Gratitude & Breaking the Parenting Cycle

Beautiful Islamic Calligraphy by Turkish calligrapher Hanifi Dursun (Instagram @hanifidursunn); ”Heaven lies at the feet of your mothers.” — Prophet Muhammad ﷺ

In the Qur’an, in Surah Luqman verse 14, we are enjoined to give thanks to God, and to give thanks to our parents immediately thereafter. It is as though they go hand in hand.

Some of us are blessed with supportive, truly loving parents who tried, to the best of their ability and knowledge at the time, to raise us as balanced, righteous individuals. We felt their genuine love & protection and no amount of due thanks is sufficient. On the other hand, some others may not have felt the same amount of love and support, while others are neglected, guilt tripped, black mailed, manipulated, and even abused, emotionally or physically, by the very people who were responsible for their protection & nurturing. I can’t speak for those individuals as I can’t understand their pain, nor am I a counsellor. All I can say is that one thing is clear; they were not in any way responsible for their mistreatment.

Even with parents, we have to set boundaries if there is harm involved. In Islam, respect to parents and their good pleasure is invaluable but this does not include obedience in things that are forbidden in the religion and therefore displeasing to God, and it does not include unhealthy relationship dynamics that hurt you in any shape or form. It has to be solved, either through honest dialogue or through distancing and protecting yourself if there is no other alternative. For people who have had severely hurtful experiences, I pray to God that He nurtures your heart with His love and care and fills it with serenity. Some things you may consider doing is reading His 99 Names and reflecting on their meanings. He is our true Guardian, Giver of Peace, Bestower of Favours, the Most Appreciative, the Most Loving and Gentle, our Guide. Send abundant salawat (prayers) on the Prophet Muhammad, who cared about us before he could meet us more than anyone you can imagine, and reflect on how with every salawat we draw nearer to him & we receive tons of blessings. Reflect on what those blessings could be.. protection, healing, peace. Our Prophet cares deeply for each and every one of us. He prayed for us at each prayer. Your salawat on him is a means of prayer for him and just like praying for anyone else brings you closer to that person, praying on the Prophet brings you closer to him.

Going back to most relationships with parents, even with healthier dynamics, we’ll have clashes from time to time. We are unique individuals from different generations. There may be generational trauma that your parents carried with them and things they may have gone through that will inevitably reflect on you. In the Book of Assistance, Imam al-Haddad cautions parents to be easy on their children. If we are parents ourselves, we need to reflect on how we can form a healthier, safer bond with our children without driving them away and without abusing our rights over them. Reflect on your upbringing and use it as a tool to do better yourself, to improve yourself, and to break the cycle instead of putting all your energy towards blaming your parents for their shortcomings and the impacts of those shortcomings on you. This will come in handy even if you are not a parent and don’t plan to be because –v whether we like it or not – we are impactful individuals, and even if our time here is temporary, our impact will carry on for longer after we have passed on. We have relationships outside of our families with other people, and most importantly we have our inner personal relationship that dictates our own happiness & felicity.

When we shift focus to our parents’ sacrifices, praiseworthy aspects and give thanks as the Qur’an orders the believers to do, we’ll experience a lot more tranquility. Remaining patient in the face of some disagreements or disagreeing respectfully, trying to maintain close ties with them and even helping our parents (physically as well as spiritually) is not always easy but it’s not necessarily meant to be. If not physically, it can take a mental toll but remember Allah’s pleasure and that this is a means of drawing nearer to Him. Attaining their pleasure is attaining the pleasure of God, and even when we have tried really hard and they do not seem appreciative, remember ash-Shakur, the Most Appreciative.

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