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Here’s my super late Eid post. I hope you and your family had a fantastic time together 🥰! We have been playing flu/cold tag since Eid in our home. SUPER fun 😩. Hopefully I can end this horrible game and I’m almost feeling better Alhamdulilah! keep us in your prayers please ❤️ how are you guys handling this years heat?

Eid Mubarak from my family to yours! Yes this post is almost a week late 😂 there’s just always a lot going on at home. Also can you guess which one of us had the most outfit changes this year? 😂🥰❤️ Having a little girl on Eid is a true game changer. This mama is loving every minute of it! Alhamdulilah times a billion. ❤️

Ramadan Reflections:

🌙 Just came home from the masjid where the Quran was completed tonight. My heart already misses Ramadan.

🕌 The last night of Taraweeh always feels like a quiet goodbye — to the peace, the mercy, the late nights, the duas whispered in the dark. Knowing that there’s a whole year before we can experience this peace again- that too IF we are written to be present for next Ramadan, makes me sad.

🤲 I can’t help but wish I did more… prayed more, gave more, tried harder. But Ya Allah, You are Ar-Raheem, Al-Ghafoor… accept what was done, forgive what was missed, and write for us another chance to witness Ramadan and enjoy its blessings.

Don’t let this be the end of our connection Ya Rab — let it be the beginning of something better. 🤍

Ramadan Reflections:
🌙 The first ten days of Ramadan always seem to pass in the blink of an eye. We wait all year for this month, and then suddenly we find ourselves counting how quickly the days are slipping away. It’s a great reminder of how fast life is moving, how precious every moment is, and how rare these blessed days truly are.

📚 This little Ramadan box has become a tradition in our home. Each year I bring it out filled with books and reminders, and I watch the excitement return to my children’s faces. This year I am realizing that as they are growing older, soon they won’t be excited by the little things. There won’t be as much chaos and noise and it makes me cherish these Ramadan moments with them even more.

❤️ As a mother, I often feel the tension between wanting long, quiet moments of worship and the reality of caring for a baby and busy children. But I remind myself — this too is ‘ibadah. Every meal prepared, every story read, every load of laundry, every tired moment spent nurturing them for the sake of Allah is not separate from worship. It is part of it. We may not always have the uninterrupted hours we long for, but we can still carve out small spaces, even in our exhaustion: to connect to Allah, to reflect, to whisper our heartfelt du‘as and to feel seen by The One who created us.

✨ These days are too valuable to let pass without pushing for some extra effort with our Quran and Prayers. May Allah put barakah in our time, accept our efforts — seen and unseen — and allow us to make the most of what remains. Ameen.

🌙 Alhamdulilah for another Ramadan. It’s finally time to slow down and focus on what we were created to do: Worship. Living our lives conscious that Allah is watching us, is hearing us, is granting us all that we ask for and more.

✨ This year choose solitude in Ramadan. Choose yourself. Your duniya and your aakhirah. Choose to focus on your goals and aspirations not only for the life you want here but for the life you want in the aakhirah.

Ramadan Mubarak from my family to you and yours!

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🎁 in the midst of our crazy busy life we received the greatest blessing from Allah. Afters years of making dua Alhamdulilah Allah blessed us with a new little miracle. This pregnancy came with mixed emotions, hope wrapped in fear, gratitude mixed with anxiety.

🏥 Almost immediately, I fell into another difficult test. I was hospitalized due to severe hyperemesis. I couldn’t even sip water without getting sick. My body felt like it was constantly fighting itself, and I couldn’t keep the same pace I had grown accustomed to. I was used to being on my feet even through previous pregnancies. This time was different.

💊 After months of IV and home care, I was finally put on medication just to keep liquids down. One of the hardest seasons of my life, watching my children need me but not being able to care for them. Alhamdulilah for family that held me up through it all.

📁 The only place I felt “normal” was at school. Being there forced me to put on my game face and keep going. I went from full-time working to surviving through part-time

🩺 Fear and anxiety quietly followed me everywhere. I had more appointments than usual. Everyone was on high alert. More monitoring. More observations. Drs kept pulling up reports from last time, trying to see if there was anything that had been missed, No answers. That made everything feel even scarier.

🤲 I was trying my best to be grateful for this journey, I had prayed everyday for this blessing. One moment at a time. One prayer at a time. I kept reminding myself: we plan, and Allah plans, and Allah is the best of planners.

Alhamdulillah, even through the storms I can’t thank Allah enough. We welcomed our sweet baby over the summer. I can’t believe that any of this has been real. It’s like waking up from a nightmare. I am soaking up every minute of maternity leave. Holding my baby today feels like witnessing Allah’s mercy in its purest form. ❤️

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💻 Even though I was coaching teachers and teaching youth groups once a week, I was still home most of the time. Homeschooling my kids, working on my workbooks, and studying filled my days, yet the house carried a quiet that felt heavy.

🌙 The nights were the hardest. I was restless.
My mind and body were expecting to wake, to respond, to stay alert for a baby who needed me. Suddenly there were no around-the-clock feedings, no tiny cries to listen for. It felt like my system didn’t know how to reset. Everything went still, and in that stillness, sleep disappeared.
So I worked through the nights on assignments and research papers and took a power nap in the afternoons when my husband was home. I needed something to pull me out of the haunting quiet of my house.

🖍️ I was offered the opportunity to become principal of a primary campus. Allah was healing me in ways I didn’t even know I needed. I was honoured to accept and took my children with me.

🏫 After years of homeschooling, they were suddenly entering school for the first time. For all three of us, it was a huge adjustment. Long schedules & Busy hallways.Our world became louder, faster, and fuller. I learned to meal prep so we could still have homemade food… most nights 😉

🌱 Our routines changed and our family rhythm shifted. In that shift, I watched my children grow. They learned confidence, independence, and resilience.

🎓Then came one of the most bittersweet moments of my life: Graduation. I had thrown myself into studying to keep my mind busy enough that grief wouldn’t swallow me whole. Standing on that stage and seeing my husband and my boys in the crowd felt like the closure I had been searching for. They weren’t just watching me graduate.They were watching a woman who chose not to break. Not to crumble or fade.

💖 Hearing my boys cheer as my name was called, I realized something powerful: I did it.I survived.

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🤍 The hardest part of grief wasn’t carrying my own. It was watching my children carry theirs. In their quiet moments and gentle questions, I saw how their little hearts tried to understand something so big.

💻 Then my account was hacked, and I lost years of memories in seconds. To some it may seem small, but that page was my diary into motherhood. It was Mother Nurture, before Arish Homeschool. It held my children’s personalities, milestones, prayers , dreams I had for them and the announcement of my daughter. Losing it felt like losing cherished memories. Another loss.

🕋 At my lowest point, Allah invited me to Umrah. With my book of duas in hand, my heart overflowed with gratitude and sadness at the same time. I’m forever grateful to my brother for pushing me to go. motivating me, and taking me on that journey. It changed me.

🪽 When I came back, I knew that my this could break me, or I could let it build me. I truly and sincerely believed that the grief I was going through and the loss I felt was something Allah had planned and chosen for me because I NEEDED it for who I was going to become from this point onwards.

📜 Then I took a step that terrified me. I went back to school and enrolled in my Master’s. It was a bucket list experience that I could never muster up enough courage to start after motherhood. But I wanted to look back and say that this year was one of growth not loss. I said yes to coaching teachers, yes to teaching youth groups again, and continued shipping out my curriculum boxes to the families who had trusted me for years. I was building a tornado of work and just stopped showing up online.

📑 I was studying full-time
📁Working multiple jobs.
🏠 Caring for my home.
🧑‍🧒‍🧒 Raising my children.
🥀 Holding grief quietly.

I wasn’t gone. I was surviving.
I was holding myself together while trying desperately to build something new.

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❄️ January is always a hard month for me. Four years ago, I stepped away from this space because life asked me to stop and hold my heart differently. I didn’t disappear, I was trying to protect myself. I learned that sometimes strength looks like choosing to be quiet.

🏁 I threw myself into many things just to keep breathing, to grieve, to become human again. “Busybody,” they called me. “You’re doing too much.” But they didn’t understand that stillness felt heavy. I needed my days to be full so my grief wouldn’t haunt me.

📓 This classroom marked the end of a routine I deeply cherished. Up to that point, I had homeschooled my first from kindergarten to Grade 3, and my second was finishing his kindergarten year. I never imagined I would pause homeschooling.

This space was more than books and curriculum.
It was laughter. Growth. Exploration.
A celebration of every child I taught there.
I cherish this classroom, even when it feels bittersweet.

🤍 In just six days, she changed me forever. I miss her deeply, and I carry her with me in everything I do.

🎊 Eid Mubarak from my Family to yours. We had a lot to be thankful for and a lot to be celebrating. Alhamdulilah

💙Allahumabarik, Raafi fasted for the first time ever being only 7 years old! May Allah accept from him and allow him to continue fasting every year. Ameen.

💚 Alhamdulilah, Yusha fasted for the entire month this year at only 10 years old. It was his choice, infact I was nervous for him but Subhanallah this boy surprised me with how intentional his Ramadan was. Not only did he fast but every night he would raise his hands in dua and ask Allah to accept his fast. As a mother, I cannot express the gratitude I felt to Allah for allowing me to be a part of this little boys life. I definitely learned a thing or two from him ❤️ he now wants to move to Texas to be close to all the teachers he has been learning from this Ramadan 😂.

🤲 I would like to thank abdullah_oduro from the bottom of my heart for making this Ramadan extra memorable and beneficial for my son. He benefited so much from all of these wonderful sources of knowledge ❤️ May Allah preserve and protect them and continue to put barakah on their health and their wealth so they can continue to work for the sake of Allah and provide strength and knowledge to our children Ameen!

🤲 May Allah allow us to continue our efforts outside of Ramadan as well Ameen!

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