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I had a sort of premonition of disaster. I tried to exclude myself from any responsibility. My attempt to dump the kids onto Zahira, while I hid in a dark corner somewhere, failed. As it was, I was stuck looking after them on my own.

The last time I had this feeling of dread, Dhuha took her faeces and spread them on her bedroom wall. After I cleaned her and her bedroom, I left her to play. Then she did it again, but this time in her sister’s room. It took ages to get it off the walls because of the textured wallpaper. My arm pained for two days. I hate textured wallpaper.

Last night, Dhuha snuck upstairs, while I was seeing to her brother. When I realised it had gone quiet, I rushed upstairs and found her and her wall covered with her faeces once again. The putrid but familiar smell was everywhere.

I put her in the bath, while I cleaned the walls. She loves the bath, so I allowed her to play. I went downstairs and started reading. About 10 to 15 minutes later, I heard a drip drip coming from the ceiling. I rushed upstairs and found Dhuha dumping large amounts of water onto the floor.

I stopped her and drained the water. Went downstairs and put a bowl underneath the drip. Went backup stairs and got Dhuha dressed. Came back down stairs to prevent the boy from playing with the bowl of water. Noticed that the ceiling was bowing where the drip was. I touched it gently and was shocked at how soft it was.

Dhuha came down and I prevented her from playing with the bowl of water. She went back up stairs. The ceiling bowed even more and finally came down. Abdurrahman was gasping at the dramatic scene and saying “Oh my God!”.

I cleaned the ceiling off the floor. It took a while. The hole is surprisingly large. When I went back upstairs to check on Dhuha and found that she had destroyed her nappy. I put her in the bathroom, while I cleaned up the new mess.

Finally, I gave her another bath. I didn’t let her play this time. Dried her off, dressed her. Went back downstairs and sat on the sofa and tried to contemplate what had happened over the last couple of hours.

Less than five minutes later there was a knock at the door, Zahira was home.

Dhuha is how I’ve always known her and to me, at least, that is normal. She is herself. She is my Dhuha.

Most of the time, I fail to see that any of her behaviour is abnormal, even if that behaviour is disruptive. However, there are times when I think, “Man, that is autistic!”.

Reminders of Autism

Dhuha comes down for breakfast. I give her a bowl of cereal. Suddenly, she jumps up, runs and puts the slightly out-of-place sugar container back to its perfect position. She then runs back to her seat and eats her food.

Abdurrahman is playing a game with one of the doors. He wants it closed. Dhuha dislikes the door being closed and forces it open. Abdurrahman is shouting at her to stop it and she is screaming at him. He hits her. She holds the door open.

As soon as Dhuha woke up, I changed her nappy. After a half an hour, Zahira changes her nappy again. Ten minutes later, it looks like she needs to be changed again. Zahira checks her and discovers that she doesn’t need changed, she’s stuffed four toy cars down her pants.

The joys of autism.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

I’m still sitting on the floor, having just finished praying maghrib. Dhuha picks up Sabah’s pink musallah and carefully spreads it out in the direction of the qiblah. Once she’s satisfied that the musallah is perfectly straight and flat, she makes sujud. Then she sits up straight, a slight smile appears on her face.

The picture is of two musallahs that Dhuha spread out. No one was praying at the time and they are in the direction of the qiblah. (Don’t mind the stained carpet, I have long since given up on the hope of having stain-free carpets.)

All praise and thanks belongs to Allah alone.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Since Dhuha began sleeping on her own a few months ago, we have been able to confidently put her in bed, with a kiss and salaam and know that she would fall asleep with little trouble. Alhamdulillah, it was a major improvement for her and me, as it was a manifestation of far fewer bedtime troubles. If she was tired, she went to sleep, end of story.

Recently, a new behaviour has emerged, which I suspect is a result of the change in routine that starting school brings. By 20:30 – 21:00, Dhuha is visibly tired and ready to sleep or is falling asleep. Rather than stay in bed and sleep like before, she runs back downstairs and sits on the sofa. No matter how many times you take her to bed, tuck her in, kiss her and say salaam, she will run back down. It has gotten to the point where I have to remain in her room until she falls asleep or she just won’t stay in bed. Added to that is her sudden refusal to sleep with the lights off. Just last week, we had to make the room quite dark for her before she would sleep.

This morning I was woken by Dhuha’s crying. Finding her room empty, I went downstairs and found her sitting and crying on the sofa, with the lights on. I picked her up, took her to her room and lied in bed with her. After a few minutes, it was obvious that she was up for the morning. So, when I heard the alarm for fajr I got up with her. Once she was out of bed, her mood and behaviour improved immediately and she didn’t cry or fuss the rest of the morning and that’s with her brother troubling her.

Yesterday, I was thinking about what I was calling “the behaviour of the day” (not a lot like “soup of the day”), those obsessive behaviours Dhuha exhibits for relatively brief moments.

The following is a list of some of those behaviours of the day that I can recall from over the years. These are all things she did compulsively that has since stopped. Perhaps there are other things, that could be added to this list but have escaped my memory. Alhamdulillah, realising that many of her behaviours are temporary, no matter how difficult, helps me have sabr.

  1. Constantly wanting to be held and carried around. Never venturing far from mummy or daddy.
  2. Stacking cans/tins of food.
  3. Trying to run out of the house.
  4. biting, pinching, spitting.
  5. Playing in the toilet.
  6. Shredding her nappy/diaper.
  7. Using the bath as a toilet.
  8. Letting the water out of the bath.
  9. Screaming for hours at night.
  10. Spilling her drink.
  11. Wanting to watch television for hours.
  12. Kicking, pushing and hitting her brother.
  13. Eating polo mints.

All praise and thanks belong to Allah alone.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Dhuha is in her third week at Oaklands and she is still as excited as ever to go. Today she woke up early, ate her breakfast and got dressed. After Umm Dhuha left for her university class, Dhuha tried to to put her own coat on. Then she pestered me to take her outside and wait for her bus.

So there we stood, with a solid 10 mins before the bus would actually come and her tugging on my arm trying to get ever closer to the curb. Once the bus finally arrived she jumped on. I said bye to her, which she apparently took as me trying to take her off the bus. So, she tried to close the bus doors herself. MashaAllah, it was very cute.

Crucially, all of this happened without the slightest sound of discontent from her. Moreover, her home school book continues to be filled with glowing remarks.

I feel so confident sending Dhuha to school that I have actually entertained ideas of moving away from the telephone during the day. Last year, I was never sure if Dhuha was going to stay at school. I was never sure if a “tragedy” was going to require me to fetch her early. I feel such relief. Alhamdulillah.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Al-Aqsa School. I just don’t feel like it (or any mainstream school) is an appropriate place for a child with ASD.

All Praise and Thanks belongs to Allah alone.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Since Sabah first started school, I’ve had concerns about my girls’ schooling of one type or another. I’ve written about school a few times, which gives a cursory glance at some of those concerns. I’ve not written extensively on the subject because of lack of time and the sometimes sensitive nature of events at school.

Dhuha’s schooling has been of particular concern. Once Zahira and I made the decision to move her from Al-Aqsa Primary School to Oaklands Special Needs Primary School earlier this year, I have stressed and worried. Alhamdulillah the blessed month of Ramadan came the month before school started and it caused me to forget all my school worries.

Just two days after we celebrated the Eid, Dhuha started school. Surprisingly, on the morning of, I was calm and relaxed. Dhuha was also in a good mood despite not sleeping much the night before.

Alhamdulillah, its been just over a week and I’m still feeling calm and relaxed about both my girls’ schools. Al-Aqsa Primary School is a wonderful school, filled with people who genuinely care about the Islamic upbringing of children. MashaAllah, I can say that even with exclusive insider information as a husband of one of their teachers and an occasional volunteer. My limited experiences with Oaklands have also been positive, especially so since Dhuha is obviously enjoying the time she spends there. For example, last Friday she forced me to wait for her bus outside because she was so anxious to go.

Dhuha’s Home School Book entires since the beginning of the year.

1/9/11

Hi,

Dhuha has settled in well into caterpillars. She had a few moments when she was upset this morning but this didn’t last long! she was soon exploring her classroom. She was a bit wary of going into the soft playroom and sensory room but once she went in she enjoying it and didn’t want to come back out.

She also liked playing in the sand, listening to number rhymes and printing a picture.

5/9/11

Hi,

Many thanks for completing and returning the “All About Me” sheet.

Dhuha has had a lovely calm day today. and enjoyed participating in gelli baff messy play and playing with ICT toys.

6/9/11

Hi, Dhuha has had a good day & enjoyed soft play, sensory room & dance this afternoon.

Dhuha became a little distressed this afternoon & was holding her tummy ? but soon stopped!

7/9/11

Dhuha has been happy today joining in all activities with little persuasion.

8/9/11

Dhuha has had another good day in school again joining in all activities especially outdoor play.

9/9/11

Hi,

Dhuha has had a good day and enjoyed puring water into the tuff spot to turn soap flakes into bubbles she has been a little unsettled at times – crying for no apparent reason. Hope Dhuha has a lovely weekend.

All Praise and Thanks belong to Allah alone!

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

I believe establishing boundaries for my children and ensuring they adhere to them is important. They help keep them safe from potential harm and out of trouble.

It has been my experience that when children have clear boundaries that they understand, they are generally better behaved. As long as you’re fair, consistent and take the time to explain the rules you have set out, most children easily conform. To me, Sabah has validated this point-of-view.

Dhuha on the other hand, has lived most of her life within unexplained, unfair and inconsistent boundaries. In the past, if she made a mess in the kitchen, we wouldn’t allow her back in. If she played with something in the bathroom that she wasn’t meant to have, we’d take her out of the bathroom. When she started eating sand, we took sand from her. In frustration, we would confine her to an ever smaller space.

Confining Dhuha to small spaces was a particular problem when we stayed at my in-laws, where she would regularly be restricted to just two rooms. Before that, we used to prevent her from going into the kitchen, bathroom and sometimes our bedroom, which left just three rooms for her to move around in.

Of course, that is unacceptable. Dhuha is an equal member of this family and when we moved into this new place, I was keen to allow her to have free access to every room in the house and outside, with the sole exception of my room. But, how do we allow her freedom to move about in her own home, without constantly chasing after her to stop her from smearing butter into the carpet on the stairs?

We have to set up boundaries, which she understands. Our solution has been to create a visual aid, which we place on things and rooms, which she is not allowed to touch or enter. My bedroom, the downstairs loo, the greenhouse and the outside gate, which leads to the road. We also carry around cards with the same image and every time she does or tries to do that is out of bounds, we present this card to her and we say “stop”.

It’s early days still but she seems to understand what the image is all about. Today, she removed the sign from the downstairs loo before she entered it. I’m hopeful that this will allow us to establish fair, consistent boundaries that she understands.

All Praise and Thanks belongs to Allah alone.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

This is something a wrote a while back,

Along with my faith in God and getting married to the love of my life, becoming a father has been among the most enriching and rewarding experiences imaginable. All of my three children are special and I love them. They have their own beautiful personalities and complex lists of likes, dislikes and preferences. They also come with a set of unique challenges, which I have the privilege of facing with them.

In 2005 my wife gave birth to a wonderful little girl, suddenly parenthood was thrust upon me. Admittedly, I felt completely overwhelmed and incompetent. Worst still was the massive upheaval that a new baby brings to an established and comfortable routine. My initial problems with parenthood were compounded by the fact that they were only my problems. My wife seemed to take everything in stride and I was left on the outside, cold. In time, I overcame these problems and embraced my new found position as head of my own family. However, nothing could prepare me for the challenges that were coming just around the corner.

In 2006, God blessed me a second time with a beautiful little girl, Dhuha. The anxieties of first becoming a father were far behind me and I enjoyed her from the moment she was born. Having two very young children was difficult but the excitement and the fun of it far outweighed any hardships. Life for a brief moment was as close to perfection as possible. Perfection would not last; it is God’s wish to constantly test us with trials and tribulations. By the end of the first year of Dhuha’s life we began to notice some oddities in her behaviour. At the end of her second year, we were sure there was a problem. Dhuha’s behaviour was troublesome and she wasn’t progressing as we had expected. At three Dhuha was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. Having a child on the autism spectrum makes life for the whole family difficult and restrictive. I can only imagine how Dhuha feels.

Dhuha has autism but it does not define who she is as a person. Underneath her developmental disorder, she is an intelligent, creative and affectionate girl. If you give her half a chance, she will prove that herself. To know her is to love her.

When my wife became pregnant in 2008, there was a worried excitement. I questioned whether or not I would be ready for another child with a disability. Thank God, my son was born healthy and has not shown any signs of autism. Although I am grateful that he does not have a disability, I think I could have handled it, with a lot of difficulty.

Having children and being a father and husband has made me a better person. I owe my family a lot, especially Dhuha.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Yesterday was Dhuha’s turn at sports day. May Allah reward Dhuha’s key worker, who really looks after Dhuha. I’m very grateful for her effort in making sure Dhuha was able to take part.

Alhamdulillah.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Recently, Zahira’s hours at work have changed and so she is no longer able to bring Dhuha home from school.  Consequently, I have started walking to school and fetching her and we all walk back together. It’s about a fifteen minute walk, which Dhuha has enjoyed. However, she’s having an off week. She has been extra crabby and just wants to be carried all the time but even that doesn’t make her happy.

Yesterday, Dhuha’s teacher said that she had a good day at school but she started crying the last fifteen minutes or so. I thought maybe she was tired because she’s had trouble sleeping. When Dhuha wanted me to carry her, I did. Normally such a short walk is nothing, however, Dhuha must weigh somewhere around 20kg and I had to push Abu Bakr with one hand. I barely managed to carry her, but she still cried and she was still miserable when we got home and for the rest of the day.

Today, Dhuha wanted me to carry her again. I decided that I wasn’t going to carry her. It was difficult and it didn’t do any good. Plus I thought the walk might do her good. She whimpered most of the way home and that was only broken by moments of more intense crying and grabbing my leg to try and force me to carry her. I ignored her behaviour and the looks from everyone else. I don’t mind looks because I guess I might look if I hear a baby crying.

When we were just about home, we caught up with a woman, who was walking with her toddler son. They were moving at a slow pace and because we were unable to go around we ended up walking just a few feet behind them. Each time Dhuha cried she turned around and looked at us, which I tried to ignore. It wasn’t a glancing look. It was a body contorting, eye straining look. Finally, she just stopped and turned around and waited for me to be right next to her. She started to speak but I didn’t let her. I said abruptly, ‘she’s autistic’. She asked, ‘she’s cold?’. I shouted, ‘NO, she’s AUTISTIC.’ She replied, ‘oh, she’s autistic’. As if she knows what that is or what it means. Does she think that I’m not looking after my own child? Or was her crying too annoying?  

I’m so angry that hours later I still feel like screaming at her. Am I being stupid for getting so upset?

May Allah forgive me and her.