So this marks the first step of me Drawing comics myself on a software. How cool is that? 😀
Okay, so I really wanted to do something like this for a very long time. I feel, sometimes, people who do not believe in celebrating ‘Days’ usually do not believe in celebrating life at all. They go on saying that ‘love is not confined to Valentine or mothers day etc’ but they don’t do anything special for any other day for the rest of the year as well. That’s kind of ironic.
Having said that, well I do not endorse or believe in Valentine day at all because of all the reasons! I believe in the Prophetic Tradition instead 🙂
the kids of the same age are gonna squabble and bicker and quarrel – especially right after mom has put her prayer rug and has started to pray
The interesting thing about life is that everything is relative. Which means that a slight change in:
- situations and circumstances you are in
- the perspective you have
- the emotions you are going through
- even the hormones
- physical state you are in! etc
The benchmark of being a grown up in the eyes of a 2 year old!
Three days of absolutely absurd conversations that begin right at bedtime and last for hours, usually ending with me yelling at them to sleep – I for once in my life, truly understood the EXACT meaning of this childhood favorite word “Garrulous”.
Here is what I learned:
“Ammi you have to buy me toys
“No I want them today!”
“Not today, but we will buy them soon Insha Allah”
“But Insha Allah means no; when you say Insha Allah you don’t do that”
She said she was stunned speechless at this incident –
Kids today are demanding. They are always asking – for a bag of candy, for playing in the rain, for an ice cream in the middle of the night, for letting them watch cartoons, perhaps, for the rest of their lives. A real living Horse and a sheep and turtles and sometime even a dolphin Or a moon and a rocket for commute.
And most of the time they want everything RIGHT-AWAY – they want to go to the park NOW, they want TOYS now, and new frocks and shoes with heel and dolls and dollhouses Now, and cars and motorbikes and a bat and million balls, all NOW.
The list goes on. And many Muslim parents, including myself, are guilty of making this classic mistake – saying Insha Allah at the wrong time.
When we are not sure about something, or very sure that we don’t/can’t/won’t let that happen, or weare just plain distracted and have no idea what their tiny tot is going crazy about – we say Insha Allah, and then totally forget about it because mostly it is not important for us.
The kids don’t forget. They look and interpret it differently because it is not insignificant to them. They read our Insha Allah as ‘no’.
It is very careless of us that we are giving our kids such a negative message about a phrase that encompasses so much faith, hope and trust. Insha Allah, If Allah Wills.
We can’t rewind life, but let’s Resolve today that we will try to be an example to our kids, we will make it something they can love. In Yusra’s words:
“I don’t want them to be afraid of this beautiful phrase but to say it fearlessly, confidently and with full conviction.”
– Insha Allah.
This incident gave me the idea of this pie-chart below: Pun-intended, obviously 😉
This is definitely My personal favorite Every single time I am bone cracking tired, my kids lose all the interest in falling asleep. They want to run around, with me following them, persuading, coercing and even threatening then to go to bed, but they run away laughing & giggling.
and sometimes, when I am all fresh they surprise me by sleeping so early!
so I think, in the laws of parenthood:
Time required by a baby to fall asleep ∝
Tiredness of a mother
The season have been changing, and sudden outburst of rainfall (and the ice-cold soft drink, which I would not give blame to) made me sniff and cough for some time now. Those days (and particularly the nights) were toughest, my kids were more upset than usual. The tantrums increased manifolds. The crying sessions were longer.
Ugh. I concluded:
Crankiness of a child ∝ Illness of a mother
Its been a long time my comic app is having an issue and despite I tried to make another account I wasnt satisfied, so while I pray to get my original account back so that I can draw comics – I need to find another way to vent.
Parenting is tough. Mothering, I would argue, is tougher. Unless we find a comic side of thing we will just get burnt in the process.
My take on Murphy’s laws. I’m potty (and pee) training my second one these days and using my valuable experience of 2 solid years of doing the same, I have observed and found out that:
The chances to pee in pants ∝ Newness of clothes worn
Hehe, Can you relate to the same?