I AM THE ME I SEE
I am the sweet angel you saw and asked out, the beautiful bride you got married to. I am the gentle soul that prays for you every time, I am the tired hand that cooks your meal nonstop. I am the flat tommy the wedding dress fitted perfectly, 1/ now the flabby stomach that housed your kids. I am the figure 8 you chased for a while,
I am that big body that carries your weight. I am the dainty damsel you long to touch and the innocent soul my parents handed over to you.
I am who you made me be! 2/

HARD TIMES ARE HERE
Lucks are down
Shops are shut
Homes aren't safe
Chip's no more cheap
Pests prey on pots
kitchen's chin drops.
Good time for stove
revels in the rest she's got
while children throw tantrum
of infantile fury. Prices are high
Pays come less
Salaries are slashed
Workers walk home with
shoulders sink in
elbow dropping
so famished
folk could eat a farm.

Breakfast knocks late
Lunch hardly arrives
when it does, the
veggie on table
drips from finger to elbow

DANCE, SING, ROCK, ROLL...all these and more are what it takes to put JUST A CHILD to sleep! Chai, may God bless our mothers, they did great job raising us. If you STILL HAVE YOUR MOTHER here, bless her with everything you can...love, affection, money, time, listening ear, prayer ...this is just one out of a million and one things a mother does for her child(ren). The talk of carrying a pregnancy is a whole topic on it's own. The 9 months journey is a hectic one that requires strength, resilience, sound health, positive mind and great sacrifices to travel

SUPERMAN LION KING
He that answers a lot of names -
Father!
'Superman', carries you shoulder high
so you'd sit and see the world.
He's the 'Servant'
who'd toil day and night
serving with sweat and blood
while you, lick the soup. 'Role Model', lends a hand
and leads you across sea and land.
'Friend' with faith,
patience of a free mind,
the heart to love
and the body to strain.

Father
is any struggling mother
doing a man's job,
working diligently to raise her children
all by herself!

LOVE EVOL...ve
First it was a bud, both, together we wetted it with commitment, fed it love and the fear of our Lord weeding away the temptation to uproot it ungrown. Now our love blooms like the flowers that beautify a rose garden... Like the moon that guides my steps at night, my presence, in your heart is the home I want to abide, I call it Abode.

We, both, are the rain that nourishes our bud to bloom. We choose nikkah to nurse our love to marriage, It's the right way to go.

RAISING 'PARENTS'.
Bismillah...
There are several ways that lead to a market, this is same with parenting and raising kids, it requires different approach. You can't stick to just one without deviating once a while else you won't raise a complete adult.
#thread At different stages of their lives, children exhibit different behaviour, thus once a while you need to be stern and firm, while sometimes you need to relax and just have fun with them.

COHABITING BEFORE MARRIAGE... is a sin no matter how you want to define it. A sin is a sin! In fact, it's a serious one at that because Allaah warned in the holy Qur'an that 'we should not move near Zina (fornication/adultery) for it's a sin that paves way for other sins. Stop the mindset of 'we need to get to know each other well' it's wrong to cohabit with your would-be spouse, seek repentance and desist. Islam is beautiful!