For years, like most children, I took Father’s Day as an opportunity to give my father a card and a gift, and a big hug to tell him how much I loved him. Often my brother and I would take him out for a meal, but often we wouldn’t and it wouldn’t be a big … More The Other Parent
I have very fond childhood memories of Ramadan. It was like the whole atmosphere in our house became richer for that one month. Waking up for sehri (suhour) as a family, listening to the Quran on the TV, praying together, trying to maximise good deeds, having relatives over for iftari (iftaar), and then of course, … More Ramadan for Toddlers
There is no doubt that Baby A is daddy’s little girl. She’s got her father wrapped around that tiny little finger of hers and not only does she know it, she knows how to keep it that way. Daddy usually gets home right around bedtime and she only has to hear the key turn in the main … More Daddy’s Girl
For the last week, Baby A has been down with the flu. When that happens to me, I like to curl up in bed with a book and demand that my husband answer to my every beck and call. Baby A, on the other hand, vehemently fought off this cultural response and continued to waddle along … More She’s made of something else…
To Mommy or Not to Mommy 