Fasting Ramadan while pregnant.

I am pretty sure most of you know that this month is Ramadan and for us Muslims it’s a month where we put aside our demons and flaws and try to repent to cleanse our systems and souls of all the negativity. It is also a month where it is important to truly experience the life of the less fortunate. I actually love this month and remember being excited about since I was 5 or 6. I remember asking my mom to do it but she wouldn’t allow me because I was still too little. Yet, she let me try it for a couple of hours. Basically, you fast from sunrise to sunset and go on about your day but still manage to find the time to pray and read Quran. Islam is such a beautiful religion, it teaches us patience, virtue and compassion. I really try, whether it is Ramadan or not, to go by those teachings. In our world, it is quite hard to walk down the path of kindness because of all the bad shit we see around us, but it is the best way. Being evil, that doesn’t need work, it just comes to us so naturally I find; which sucks, especially when someone really hurts you. Revenge is usually our first instinct. Unfortunately though, there are those extremists that start spreading the religion in a bad way, which happens with any religion really. I don’t find that you need to go around town and spread your beliefs on anyone, practice it for yourself in your heart. For me, religion is about your relationship with yourself and God and basically how you decide to treat others. It’s not about how many times you go to the mosque to pray, it’s about having a pure and kind heart. So, sometimes, when I accumulate so much negativity in my core, I find that Ramadan is a good way for me to let that go and regain focus on the beauty of humanity and life itself.

With that aside, as y’all have seen, I am now 24 weeks pregnant and I decided, with the clearance of my doctor of course to take on Ramadan and fast as much as I could. I gave myself a day or two to see how I feel but thankfully, it has been wonderful. I am super thankful that I have the current energy to fast and that makes me feel so proud. Here in Jericho, we fast about 15 hours (maybe 16) and this is how I decided to keep myself healthy throughout this Holy month.

Suhor

Suhor is the time you take before sunrise to eat something sustainable to get your through your day. It’s the meal where you should get most of nutrients to stock up on energy. I like to eat light yet healthy and I make sure to add as many vitamins as possible since I am preggo. I opted to go for avocados on toast with a side bowl of oats filled with fruits and nuts with a dash of maple syrup. For extra energy, I sometimes eat 3 dates. With that of course, I drink 2 cups of water. So far, this little meal has given my battery the necessary energy to keep rolling through my day. Since I get tired a little easier now (preggo problems), I try to take it easy during the day. I do the basics at home, like the cleaning and washing, but I don’t run marathons, you know what I mean? It’s been a week now since Ramadan started and I can safely say that so far so good. Haven’t had real issues or complaints; on the contrary, I feel like I am more active.

Iftar

This is the meal you eat to break your fast and it basically happens once the sun sets. People tend to go ham and eat loads of food all at once, but since I want to avoid vomiting and stuff (which happened only once since I started fasting), I eat pretty slows and start with a warm soup and a basic green salad. Then take a little break and end up eating whatever there is that day. Since my in laws are receiving everyone this Ramadan, I don’t cook and we just end up going to their house every day to do iftar. I don’t like to feel bloated or heavy, so I eat little just to keep myself vertical until I have time to have a little snack a few hours later. So for my snack, I wait about 3 hours after breaking my fast and then just end up having a plain cup of tea with a small little chocolate cake (caffeine I know, indulgent I know, but it’s so yum!) and then take my prenatal vitamins. In the meantime, between those hours I try to drink plenty of water to keep my body hydrated and cool. It has been very hot around here lately and so water is vital for me since I dry up pretty fast.

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So this is my Ramadan update, I wanted to write those blog because I was looking for some to read up on to know what other Muslim women experienced but couldn’t find any. So I figured, this could be helpful to some and sharing my story seems pretty easy. Now I know everyone is different and our reactions our different and so before you try fasting long hours, I suggest you talk to your doctor first to make sure that baby’s health is good. I of course don’t want to harm my child and so if at any point I feel like I can’t do it anymore, I will stop, but for now, this works for me and if you want to try it for a day or two first, do so at your own convenience. But remember to always eat healthy and stay hydrated!

Second Trimester Update

It’s kind of true when they say that the second trimester is like the honeymoon phase of the pregnancy. I feel like once I hit the fifth month of my pregnancy, I feel more energetic and happy; I want to keep moving and working which, unfortunately, leads me to often forget that I am pregnant. There were many times where I suddenly hit my bump because I forgot it was there to start with. I would say that the second trimester has been quite smooth. There were a few days were I felt lethargic and exhausted, but for the most part I was out and about killing it at life. However, there were a few little things that bugged me but not to the point where I was un-functional.

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1- Extra Dry Skin

This is honestly the biggest thing that annoyed me so far in my second trimester and continues to bug me to this day. My skin is super dry all over and it literally hurts because of how dry it is. It feels like you constantly need to slather on cream but it never seems to be enough. My skin cracks easily and ends up burning. It almost feels like I’ve got road rash most of the time. It was mild at first, but as weeks went by, it got worst and I go through tubs and tubs of cream just to relieve myself and stop itching. I would say that when you pass the 23 weeks, you start feeling the stretching of your belly and itching might seems like the best option, but don’t do that!!! You’ll end up damaging your epidermis and potentially worsening your stretch marks (if you’ve got any). I used a lavender oil blend, because I had it on hand, which worked wonderfully for me…but anything works really; as long as my skin doesn’t burn like hell.

2- Tender Breasts

This probably got worst once I hit the end of my fifth month. I was fine all through my first trimester…but as time goes by, I feel like my breasts are just huge and hot all the time; wearing a bra hurts, moving hurts and even slightly and mistakenly brushing them hurts so much. I try to stay away from bras when indoors…but it’s bearable. It’s not a big deal, but it’s there, s don’t feel like it’s weird or alarming, it’s part of the process; your breasts are preparing for milk.

3-Heartburn

That is probably the worst one for me! You want to eat naughty or spicy things sometimes, but you end up suffering the consequences. You gotta live with it, what can I say? Or maybe just take Tums? Whenever I east something slightly spicy or overly seasoned, I go through heartburns automatically. My solution is just go with Milk or eat plain yogurt. I don’t want to take to many pills and so, going with this simple option is good enough and keeps me happy. It’s funny, because you don’t expect this to happen to you as such a young age…but then it happens and then you’re like WTF. Haha! Once I got the hang of it, through my trimester, I learned which foods to avoid and which foods to go with. You live and you learn I guess. Besides, suffering with heartburn is a lot more bearable for me than puking my soul away.

4-Sowllen Everything…You get Puffy

Yes, I said it, you get puffy!! Prepare yourself ladies for the cankles! You’ll instantly feel sexy once your feet swell up, it’s not even funny!!! Omg, so far, my knees and ankles are dead. The pain is real! I feel the weight and my knees are suffering, but since I know it’s temporary, I try to get by without thinking about it too much. Instead, I push myself to move more and workout because I feel relief when I do so. As for my swollen feet, I know I gotta take a break and lift them up for a couple of minutes. I feel like a cow most of the time because I can no longer reach my feet to massage them, but hubs has been wonderful and helping me with that. As your body retains more fluid and circulation gets poorer, try to avoid salty things and drink water constantly. So far, my face, thankfully isn’t swollen and here’s my crossed fingers hoping so hard not to have that happen.

5- Stomach Pains and Braxton Hicks

I would say that my stomach pain is not that constant but definitely there. There are days where I suffer with how much my stomach hurts, but if I lie down for a little bit and let it pass, I get through it easily. The pain feels weird, almost like I’ve got gastro or bad IBS episodes, but I guess it’s normal as the uterus grows and grows and everything gets pushed up. The stomach gets hard and you feel like your muscles are stretching and pulling, but you’ll get through it, I promise! As for the Braxton Hicks, I felt worried at first, because it’s like period pain and it almost feels like I’ve got contractions. But thankfully there was nothing to be alarmed about; it’s just my uterus preparing itself for labour, so then I know it’s not a big deal. If the pain was regular and the contractions felt more present, then I would freak out more…but these Braxton Hicks don’t last long and usually go away on their own after a few minutes.

6- Baby’s kicks

I wouldn’t add this as a bad “symptom” whatsoever, because, on the contrary, it’s a beautiful thing. Feeling the baby move is such a weird, inexplicable feeling!!! In the beginning of the second trimester, it feels like little flutters in your tummy, but as baby grows, you feel like kicks and punches and I have to say, this is what made me start falling in love with my baby. It feels surreal to have a life inside you but it’s a beautiful feeling, almost poetic. Hubby enjoys it as he feels the kicks; he finds it quite funny and laughs when I get bothered sometimes. Seeing his loving reaction towards our little monster is super adorable and I just want to eat him!

So, I would say, when you hit the second trimester, enjoy every moment because when you get passed that, the weight and the struggle gets real. However, I learned that if you stop counting the days and just enjoy your pregnancy day in day out, the experience gets easier. Take everything with a grain of salt and if one day you feel sick or bad, take the time to be just that and focus on your wellbeing, but don’t give up, because the next day gets better!

 

 

Guide to vintage shopping like a pro!

I have been playing around with vintage and old school items for a couple of years now, and although I may not have the full experience of a senior vintage shopper, I like to think of myself as a curator. Being a vintage curator is such a beautiful job to do because you get to go through piles and piles of clothes to find the pieces that you like that represent different eras of history. Each piece has a story to tell through its signs of wear. I went to many different stores, warehouses and boutiques to get my vintage collection growing before I decided to start selling some of them online. I was very weary and cautious about it because the authenticity part is very important to me and offering my customers top quality products is what makes me thrive to continue into this business.

I wanted to share with you today my tips and tricks on buying vintage successfully. You gotta be careful between thrifted items and vintage items. I do have some thrifted and some reworked items in my shop but I make sure to carefully state that into my listings because you don’t want to break the trust you have with your customer. Thrifted items are typically newer, second-hand, items you find in the high street, such as Zara, Topshop, Mango and more that have been (slightly or barley in some cases) worn and then given away to charity. Most huge places like Value Village have a variety of thrifted items…more so than vintage shops. Although, I have found a couple of unique vintage items there and they were a score! Vintage items are of course the items that come from previous decades, generally speaking, 20 years before our current time. Although some might even consider the 90s vintage…

So without further ado, here are my tips on buying vintage like a pro.

1- Labels

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The first thing you want to be looking at is the label to make sure that you are truly buying vintage items. Typically, vintage labels don’t have too many details as much as the ones we find today. Vintage labels usually have weird sizes…like 16 ½ or 7 for example. That’s when you know you’re scoring vintage. Also the country of manufacturing plays a huge role in knowing whether your item is authentic or not. You also can look at the materials, sometimes there will be weird names such as Orlon or Dacron Polyester. I think that should give you more of an insight of what you’re buying; whether it is vintage or not.

2-Quality

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You want to make sure you are buying a good product for your money’s worth. Usually vintage items are much more expensive than thrifted or second-hand items because of their rarity. You want to make sure that the items you are buying are in good condition and in good quality. The finishing of vintage items was usually handmade and so the care that is put in every piece if much more visible than today’s clothes. You will see that the quality of the fabric and the quality of the finishing are top notch! Most fabric feels heavy and dense, even when you buy vintage silk. Yes, the fabric will be delicate and you must be careful when washing, but its quality will be outstanding.

3- Bad Staining and Moth Holes

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When buying vintage make sure you look at your items with extra care, check every inch of your garment and make sure there are no holes, stains or tears because you don’t want to invest into something that’s battered. If you think you can fix the item in a way that won’t be visible, then go for it and buy it, as long as it’s not too expensive. Moth holes are usually small and are not too visible but make sure you look for them…they can create further damage to a garment if not noticed beforehand, especially in knitwear; because the holes tend to get bigger and bigger. Also, make sure to check the armpit area, you don’t want yellow stains under there….they’re hard to remove in vintage items because they have been there for years.

4-Cut, Silhouette and Style

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Vintage sizes are usually smaller than today’s sizes because women’s structure and frame was smaller. I could sometimes usually go for a large in 70s (or previous) items due to cut of them. Make sure to try on before you buy (unless you buy online…then make sure all the measurements are available) because you want to ensure that the fit is flattering on your own silhouette. If an item is too small don’t buy it, there’s no use unless you’re a super creative seamstress and can work miracles. If it’s too big, don’t worry about it, because that you can easily fix and alter it to your own liking.

5- Colors and patterns

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That’s what usually attracts me to vintage shopping…most vintage garments are colourful and fun and the focus goes onto the details. I love how creative you can get when shopping vintage. When you shop at smaller boutiques, you get to experience a part of the owner’s world because his/her items represent them in a way. You get to be unique when you buy vintage because you ensure that no one out there will have a similar piece as you. Then you get to play with that piece in your own way and put a twist into your outfits. Vintage definitely gives you the opportunity to be creative and playful with patterns, colors and textures and that’s how you get to tell your own story through clothes. And extra bonus, you get to reduce your toxic fashion footprint by using something old and making it new again.

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So, if you’re new to shopping vintage, I recommend you start by shopping for classics and basics that you know you can easily mix and match into your existing wardrobe. Look for blazers, cardigans, shirts and even accessories. They’re the easiest pieces that can easily transition from season to season. If you’re afraid of going too bold, start with something minimal and then go from there. You’ll see that once you get the hang of vintage shopping, you’ll end up loving it. So don’t be afraid to dive in and take a chance, maybe you’ll end up an addict just like me!

Last (extra) tip, for those looking to shop vintage online…obviously check out ETSY or EBAY, there’s a couple of great online shops out there. I would look at reviews mostly to make sure that what I am buying is just right. Make sure to ask the buyers questions and if you love something but you’re not sure about spending too much, don’t shy away from bargaining, if sure that the shop owners would be open to conversation. I linked my shop, obviously, because why wouldn’t I do a little bit of self-promo? There you have it!!! Go explore and hopefully, you’ll find what you are looking for.

 

 

Living in Palestine: a year in review.

It’s a year, exactly tomorrow, since I moved away from home, the only home I have ever known. Montreal was pretty much my sanctuary; I was free to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted. I know that life isn’t about just that, but I felt free to express myself even though I was an outcast due to being part of a visible minority. I felt more myself in Montreal than I do here in Jericho to be completely honest. This post is to share my story and my transition into living in the Middle East…more precisely Palestine. First of all, whenever people ask me how it has been, I simply say that it was the hardest year of my life…not because I didn’t have all the goods or all the money or all the materials in the world, but mostly because of how easily I seem to have lost my true sense of self. It is probably hard to understand for many because I am an Arab, I should easily fit in…but on the contrary, I was and will continue to be an outsider and that people remind me of every day.

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One of the main issues that had me so depressed was the fact that due to political unrest and issues in this country, I ended up losing my Canadian citizenship here and was treated just as those poor stateless citizens, which is fine by me (now at least), but I will not lie and say that I took it with a grain of salt. I felt like I lost a big part of my identity. I was not used to be stopped and interrogated and watched and followed. I felt alone and hopeless. Being away from my family felt hard and not having much here made me depress even more. Nothing seemed to cheer me up and for the longest time, I buried myself at home and didn’t want to see anyone or go anywhere. I wasn’t interested in making friends or going out with my husband even. Besides, It wasn’t even easy making friends, girls can be so vicious and hurtful sometimes, it’s scary. I was considered an idiot because I didn’t spend all my waking time painting my nails or brushing my hair. There was no girl power to say the least…that made me realize how lucky I was back home to have my girl squad by my side. My girlfriends helped shape me and push me out of my comfort zone. They lifted me up when I was down and I did the same with them. That to me is pure gold! Therefore, I guess what I am trying to say is that my experience here in Palestine further pushed me to stay safe in my own house at all times. Months passed and losing myself seemed more easy; I let everyone use me, abuse me and step over me.

I couldn’t for the life of me find a job to keep myself occupied…like no one wanted to hire me!!! They all knew I had the qualifications, but for some reason everyone seemed threatened by my baggage. I never wanted to take anyone’s place, I just needed a job to keep me busy and occupied. Unfortunately, everything I tried but I failed, miserably. I felt ashamed, hurt and very much incompetent. I know it really wasn’t my fault, but I couldn’t help but think that I sucked at life pretty much. I couldn’t even get a volunteering gig because I seemed too nice and by that, I mean, I was probably hiding something (totes wasn’t). Adjusting to my new life was quite difficult, but I did it anyway because I was at least with the man I love. Then when light seemed to appear at the end of the tunnel, I worked in a tourist area for a good three weeks only to have the owner not pay me anything. It has been seven months now since stopping that job and still got no money from them…every time something bad happened to me, I kept saying I deserve it; it’s what happens when you’re nice; which ended up pushing me into my sinkhole further down. I think I ended up being harsher on myself than others were. I mean yes I was labeled as an outsider, but for some reason my will to keep fighting has faded and I was completely unhappy with the life I had. If it wasn’t for my husband being by my side, my depression would have been tremendous. I went to other touristic related jobs, here in Jericho, only to be told that I needed to remove my veil. Like why??? I never removed it in Canada and worked pretty much my entire life, why would I remove it now??? It was such a struggle for me to find any job that I gave up on that and that led me to feel like a failure to humanity.

I am not saying it was all bad, life is certainly difficult for many people here and I am thankful that what I went through wasn’t as hard as what others go through, but never in my life have I felt completely alone as I felt here in Jericho. I asked for help only to be rebuffed brutally. I tried to make my surrounding better but I was laughed at for caring for stupid things such as the environment, charity and kindness. People are so oppressed here that they lost all sense of care for others in their own community. No one has the time to be socially charitable, which is very sad because I know it’s not their fault but that doesn’t have to stop them from holding on to what’s right. I think this is what bothered me the most in my stay here, not finding someone with the same values as me made me sick to my core; so sick that I too wanted to be evil. Twisted, I know! I felt like everything I learned from my mother and family no longer had a meaning.

I guess what I am trying to say is that even though life hasn’t been easy for me here, I am thankful for having went through what I went through because it showed me to be even more grateful for what I have in my life; my family and friends are more important than any amount of money one can have. Living simply and modestly is even more of a mission to me than it was before; being around the people you love is enough to keep you happy abundantly. Life is too short for us to waste our time to fight for titles, positions and social/political status. It is all meaningless!! Just be content and satisfied with what you have in front of you, and then life is so much sweeter!!!! I would never have made it through without my loving, understanding, selfless husband. I have been hard on him many times through my stay and was probably my punching bag but never did he ever complain about my stinky attitude and for that I am truly and utterly indebted. So, even though this year was hard, I think I came out stronger and more focused to remain humble and happy.

See, no one pushed me to go through with this change or with this adventure, but taking the chance was worth it in the end, because the love I have for my husband is endless. I will treasure this year in my heart and use it as a guide to lead a life of yes! I will follow my dreams relentlessly and ensure that every moment goes by with a purpose; never wasted and never meaningless. I know that many might judge me for being somewhat open about my experience here in Jericho, but this is my side and I stand by it!

The festive “pregnancy” dress edit!

This is the last wedding I attended before finally heading home to Montreal for the next couple of months and I am so glad it was the last because I started running out of clothes that fit me. I know that I can buy, but my plan of no buying maternity wear has gone pretty well and I am so proud that I haven’t had to spend crazy amounts of money to look fabulous. I was able to scavenge my way through mom’s closet and also through the clothes I own. I got this dress during my engagement period from my travels to Jordan and I absolutely fell in love with how detailed it is. Therefore, technically speaking, this dress isn’t maternity at all and I am so glad it still fit me perfectly even with the bump in the way. From the embroiderey to the colors to the Swarovski stones…everything about this dress makes me so happy. It’s so festive without being too much. I wore it to a little party my sisters threw me before leaving Montreal last year and haven’t worn it after that, this event was prefect for an encore.

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Since the dress is very colourful and out there, I kept the styling pretty simple; by adding plain black heels and clutch. I felt like a total princess in it; flowy, airy and just prefect in every way.

I also kept my makeup pretty simple since I didn’t want to look to clowny. Glowy and highlighted skin was pretty much was I went for.

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I am finally starting to get the hang of pregnancy. Going in my second week of my sixth month of pregnancy, it finally hit me that I am carrying a little soul inside. My belly has been super prominent unless I ate something that made me bloat. But, today, my belly is pretty much out there. However, in this dress, I didn’t feel as fat as I usually do…and it isn’t bad, but it’s just different.

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Nonetheless, so glad this is the last big event and yet so sad to leave my hubs behind.

 

 

 

The 5 things I learned from my mom.

In lights of mother’s day…which was yesterday, I wanted to write a little blog about the things I learned from my mum growing up. I can safely say that my mum is my hero, I look up to her so much and I couldn’t be more blessed to have her in my life. Whenever anyone asks me who my idol is, I always say it’s my mum, as cheesy as it may sound, but it is super true. My mom raised five rascals on her own, well we weren’t really rascals, but sometimes (rarely) we gave her a hard time. My dad shipped us and dropped us in Canada when the Gulf war started and it was a little overwhelming for all of us. I was only 7 when we moved to Canada and it was so surreal for me. I was confused and quite honestly I felt abandoned by my dad. Long story short, we couldn’t get to higher education where we were because we were immigrants and my parents being both university graduates, they wanted to offer us the same opportunities as they had, so Canada was obviously was the fitting option. My dad said that it was only for a couple of months until things settled down back in the Gulf region, but a year passed and two and three until it has been over 30 years being there. So basically, my mum was stuck learning a new language, trying to provide for us by working full-time and raising us and helping us with school. My mum gave up a lot to get us where we are today. I am humbled and touched by how much she has given us and today I want to pay tribute to her and share what she has taught me.

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1-Being kind and humble

Amongst her friends and acquaintances, my mom is known for being overly kind. She often times puts herself before others. She always has that when slapped give the other cheek kind of attitude. We (my sister and I), for the longest time, followed in her footsteps and I wouldn’t have it otherwise. I know it sounds kindda petty, but I would rather be kind and taken advantage of than hurting anyone. Although, today I am more wise and try as much possible not to be naïvely kind (hard but doable). Being humble was super important for my mom, I wasn’t the most humble teen I must say, I had attitude problem and sometimes borderline selfish. My mom would always tell me to avoid looking up to the sky, because I would stumble onto something, then fall and hurt myself. She always told me that to be better than others; I must stay humble and kind and not be a show off. I had a hard time to adjust really, but she showed me balance. Kindness gives me peace of mind and helps me live life happier and better. My mom takes care of everyone, so much so that she forgets about herself. I feel like giving her millions and telling her I love you daily isn’t even enough for how much she has given us. I feel like being kind and being humble goes hand in hand and these both help you live a modest but very wonderful life.

2-Being strong

Through her attitude and her way of being, my mother was always the strongest woman I have known. She was a trooper, always battling and always running after what she wanted to be able to provide us with the best possible. She had a horrible job and was super underpaid, but she stuck by it, because she had to, then she ran to English school and then finished up with French school. During the winter times, when we didn’t have car, she would carry boxes of grocery over her shoulders to make sure there was food on the table for us to eat. Yes, perhaps she wasn’t all that present in our lives, but we knew that she did that all for us, so we didn’t complain that much. My mom, for as long as I remember, has had loads of hardship and many humiliating moments in her life, but despite it all, she always kept her head high. Yes, I have seen her cry many times, but I never took that as a sign of weakness, on the contrary for me that was strength, for her to battle through life and still wear her feelings on her sleeve, that to me is the epitome of bravery. I am quite like my mom actually, and I get it a lot but she truly is one of my best friends and I am proud to be compared to her (even in the slightest way possible).

3-Being charitable

Very much like kindness, this is the core of who my mom is. She makes sure to help others and give back to the community as much as possible. Doing charitable things and giving to those in need is big in our family, thanks to mom. Volunteering could be a part of it; she always pushed me and still pushes me to volunteer if I have a lot of free time on my hands. Put better use to your time, she always says. Donating, whether it is money or food, is a big part of the Muslim religion but sometimes, people don’t apply that in their daily lives. My mom, on the other hand, made sure to instil this in us from a young age and we make sure to donate as much as we can. It almost feels like you live a healthier, happier life in doing so.

4-Forgivness

Forgiving others, no matter how much they hurt you, is key to inner peace. I took that from my mom and some may say I am very naïve but I cannot explain the feeling of letting go, it’s truly magical. Yes I get hurt and get down and beat myself senseless, but forgiveness is much more important to me than revenge. My momma always says, what goes around comes around, so make sure to put good into the world. If someone hurts you, just believe than God is there to help you through and that others will get their punishment one way or another. Move on, let go and keep living life simply. Sometimes, I get sucked into this bitchy, revenge mode, but my heart stops me and the guilt build in. Balance is key and I still got yet to learn, but we always learn till the day we die.

5-Wildness and free-spiritedness

Although she would never admit it, my mom is super adventurous. She likes a little risk and a little danger. She lives on the edge sometimes which is super cool on her part. I remember her telling me stories of her childhood and teen years about some risks she took while following her guts and she is an impressive woman to say the least. She would never ever tell anyone that she likes risk but she’s a silent live it on the edge kinda woman which makes me fall in love with her even more. I would safely say that this is a side I got from mum; being wild and carefree. Although, nowadays, she’s always worried about us and the future even though we’re all settled and married and go about our own lives. She secretly is the type of woman that cannot be tamed. She accommodates, yes, she compromises, but deep down I know that the wild will forever be in her. She always up to trying new things even though they’re scary! And she’s always interested in visiting new places and traveling and meeting new people. Way to go mom!

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Even though this post does her no justice, my mom is the woman I strive to be when I grow older….a little less stressed though, but at the end of the day, she’s given us more than we can ask for and for that I am forever grateful. God has blessed us in more ways than we think, because no amount of money can ever get us the love that we got from her! So for that mom, happy mother’s day, today, tomorrow and forever!!! You are my hero! Heaven truly does lie under her feet!

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To all the moms out there working hard, struggling to make ends meet…keep killing it! You’re doing great xxx

 

 

 

Jungle Fever

Weather’s been crazy these days, either chilly, either too hot…and it’s a bit confusing on what to wear in Jericho. There were a few rainy days and they were awesome, feels nice to see something else than sun; makes me kinda miss living in a 4 seasons (almost) country. We had a few errands to run and a little visit to hubs’ uncle today and since it was blooming hot, I figured a dress would be perfect; airy, comfortable and light. Since I have had this little number for a good 3ish years now, I figured it was time to wear it (I think I probably only wore it once). I know it ain’t everyone’s cuppa tea, but I love it! The main reason why I bought this dress is for the fact that obviously it is striped! Yes you got it! But also because it’s so unique with the embroidery on it!! I got it on a little visit in Egypt for a little tiny nameless boutique that my mates took me to. I knew that I wanted to have this piece in my wardrobe because of its one of a kind element. In fact, it was the only piece in the shop and it was a size medium, it might be slightly too big for me, but I am okay with it and I bought it anyway. A collector’s item, I would say! Besides, I find that it works well with my 21 weeks growing belly. How time flies! I remember only yesterday puking my life away at only 6 weeks.

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I honestly get mixed reviews when wearing it and I know it’s a love/hate piece. You either love it or hate it and I am okay with that, because you only dress to impress yourself. I have had a few questionable looks, but I really didn’t care, because this dress makes me feel all kinds of special. It’s bohemian, it’s rebellious, it’s glorious, and it’s girly. No need to say more!

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WHAT I WORE

Since this dress is overwhelmingly detailed (for some), I didn’t need to accessorize much, I just went for a simple black clog heel and a red veil to tie the whole look together. I wanted to sport a turban, but I felt too lazy to spend the time to wrap it up nice.

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These are the kinds of pieces I like to invest in and keep for a long time because they are so special. Even though it’s very colourful, I find that it works for a lot of different occasion! Besides, this is all me in a dress! Crazy, spirited and colourful.


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