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The Nerd Zone

On 19 Jan 2010, In Family, Web & Tech, by , 2 Comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

It’s not quite ‘The Twilight Zone’ but perhaps equally as scary for the non-nerd.

The nerd zone is my wife’s take on what I had previously referred to as ‘the zone’. The zone is the special time when work just seems to flow naturally and effortlessly. It is during that time that I write more code at a higher level of quality. It’s that time when writing is easy for me and my thoughts appear on paper as if by magic. It’s that time when I’m reading something that I struggled with and it suddenly makes sense. It’s that time when I’m so focused that I forget about the pot of coffee and it burns before I’ve even had a cup. It’s a light switch turned on in my head. What seemed tedious before is now a pleasure and the end result is admirable.

I complained yesterday that I don’t have enough quiet time to sit and really get stuck into my work and as a result I have to push things back further and further. It’s hard to get into the zone with a baby on your lap, typing with one hand or when the wife asks you to do some mundane task every few minutes. ‘Abdullah can you check the bathroom door and make sure I closed it?’. ‘Sure’.

My wife was really good about my complaint, she offered to seal me up in a room with a refrigerator, a coffee machine and oxygen. Just so that I have a chance to reach the nerd zone or perhaps to shield herself from my nerdiness.

The funny thing about her use of the term nerd zone was the matter of fact way that she said it. There was no joking in her voice, her tone was serious. I had to say, ‘wait a minute, did you say “the nerd zone”’. She hesitated and laughed before she admitted it.

I embrace it and it will henceforth be known as ‘the nerd zone’. I also embrace the term nerd or geek. I am a nerd, I like nerdy things and I’m proud of it. But what does it say about the woman who married a nerd?

Oh Allah have mercy on the ummah of Muhammad, salallahu alayhi wa sallam. Forgive our shortcomings, our laziness, our impatience and our inabilities. Admit us into your paradise and protect us from your hell. All praise and thanks belong to you, there is no god except you.

Looking Back At Eid-ul-Adha 1430

On 14 Dec 2009, In Family, by , No comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

All praise belongs to Allah, Who made me Muslim, made me love belief in Him, and made me hate disbelief in Him.

So much was going on that I wasn’t afforded the opportunity to blog about eid at the time. If you permit me, I would like to take a look back at that great day, which is probably my best eid ever.

The day began at fajr and then a cup of coffee, which in my opinion is the best of starts to any day. After that the morning was quite rushed. I showered, changed my clothes, ate a cookie, got the kids eid toys ready and then headed out the door for the eid salaah.

I was on my way to pray in the mosque but because I was running a bit late I decided to pray in the tent outside. I arrived at the tent early and sat in the front row after putting my shoes in in a little plastic bag and placing them out of the way. The air was cold and the breath of those making dhikr was visible all around. I took a moment to reflect. Allahu Akbar.

The khubah was a pleasure. The sheikh told the stories of Ibrahim, Ishmael and Hajar, their dedication to Islam and their contentment and sabr with the decree of the Almighty. May Allah’s mercy be upon them and all the Muslims.

I got back from eid salaah much later than expected and I didn’t bring my keys, which meant Zahira was no longer waiting for me and I was stuck outside for about 15mins. It was cold and I didn’t have a coat; good times.

After I finally got in the house, we got ready and went to visit my in-laws. We spent the rest of the day there. I drank coffee, ate cookies and other various eid treats, played with the kids and played xBox with my brother in-law. The conversation was light-hearted and everyone was amicable. It is what I would call near a perfect day.

Next eid I think it would be a good idea to take the kids somewhere. Perhaps we can get some of families together and let the kids have a day out playing as a group.

Here are some photographs from the day. I have some more, perhaps I’ll upload them another time.

School, Stars of the Week, The Power Puff Girls, Driving, Traffic Tickets and Inside-Out Clothes

On 07 Dec 2009, In Family, by , No comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

The past few weeks or so have been really interesting for my Islamic family.

Sabah got star of the week at school for catching up with her classmates so quickly. She started late because we had to wait for a place. I wasn’t surprised that Sabah was able to do that because she works really hard and genuinely enjoys the tasks her teacher gives her. One morning I dropped her off and she went straight to her desk and started writing her name. She was concentrating so much that despite calling her name and waving I wasn’t able to get her attention.

More positive news for Sabah is that she has started talking at school. I don’t think she said ten words last year. The first day of this year we drove all the way back to school just to make sure she used the toilet because we were afraid that she wouldn’t ask the teacher.

I also learned that Sabah is one of the popular kids and has her pick of friends. She refused to play with one little girl because ‘she’s not pretty’. How disappointing. We had a long talk with her and she seemed to change her attitude a bit. I hope that it is not a sign of things to come.

Sabah has also started lying to stay home from school, which is strange because every time I ask her how was school when she gets home she says, ‘I loved it’. One morning she insisted she needed the toilet right before we were leaving but when she got to the toilet she just sat there and did nothing. I was waiting for her and telling her to hurry but she just sat there and smiled back. It was only after I threatened her that if she was lying she would be in trouble that she got up and went to school. She later admitted that she was lying.

Last Friday at school and after lunch she, she told her teacher she was ill and was making puking noises. The first thing she did at home was to eat some chips and run around the house playing with her sister. I’m convinced she was lying but definitely got away with it that time.

Sabah has also stopped wanting to wear hijab and instead she wants to show off her ponytails and be a power puff girl. For the moment this isn’t really a big deal and even though she attends an Islamic private school she isn’t required to wear hijab because of her age. Most girls do though. It is funny that when she went to the public school and she was the only one wearing hijab she wanted to wear it every day. Now when a lot of the little girls wear them she doesn’t want to.

The only day this is a small problem is on Friday because all the kids go to the masjid for jamaat and it is usually Friday that she puts up a fight and wants to be a power puff girl. I explained to her that the power puff girls also wear hijab when they go to the masjid because they’re Muslim as well.

She didn’t really believe me and you probably don’t either but I submit to you that they are and I will try to prove it.

They are dutiful to their father, respectful and studious at school, generally clean and they are well behaved (I agree that these attributes are not exclusive to Muslims but they do begin to paint a picture). They are under the age of puberty and live their lives on their natural dispositions. One of those is to believe in God. Most importantly, they enjoin the good and forbid the evil and they do so with violence if needed. There is no group of people with that quality except the Muslims. All other groups either renounce violence (to their own detriment) or use it to spread corruption (to the detriment of others).

Who then agrees with me that the power puff girls are Muslim?

Dhuha has had a marvellous few weeks at school and was star of the week herself last week. She received hers for settling in so well. A difficult task for a super hyper child with ASD. She is meeting and exceeded her targets faster than expected and walks around her school like some celebrity. Even though she is in preschool and only attends school three days a week in the mornings, most of the children in the school know her and call out her name. Sabah has been referred to as Dhuha’s sister and Zahira as Dhuha’s mum.

At school she is recognising pictures to mean things. If her teacher shows her a picture of sand Dhuha immediately goes to the sand tray. A significant first step for Dhuha’s future ability to communicate with others. Its all very exciting for me as her father.

On the funny side, Dhuha has found a big ridiculous pink hat in the dress up box and really likes it. She puts it on and looks in the mirror as if she is well pleased. She wears it so much and so often that one little boy in her class seen that she was not wearing it and went and put it on her head.

She is such a celebrity that she goes where she wants to go and only goes if she wants to go. One day I had to pick her up because she just didn’t feel like being at school (I know that because she was fine the rest of the day). When I got to her school to pick her up, she was in the library laying on the super soft plushy carpet listening to nasheeds and getting a massage.

While she has done remarkably well at school and at home, bedtime has become a nightmare. She has been spending hours and hours screaming at night. I started to blog about this one night while this was going on. I’ll have a look at the draft and decide whether I should publish it or not.

Abdurrahman has been ill and puking a lot. He is also teething. Alhamdulillah, he is getting better. He hasn’t been smiling or talking much lately but today he seems to be back to his cheerful self. He also started sucking his thumb, which is something that my girls never did. I have to admit it is very cute, mashaAllah.

Zahira has been doing exceptionally well in her role as a teacher assistant and seems to really enjoy teaching. The school she is volunteering in has offered to put her into university to start her teaching career. I really am very proud of her. She has also started driving, which is fantastic for her and me. Now I don’t have to visit the school four or five times a day and she doesn’t have to worry about a ride.

So what’s been going on with me? Well I dropped Sabah off at school one morning with my clothes inside-out. I didn’t realise it until I was in the school. I tried desperately to hurry back to the car but I could feel the eyes of the teachers and parents staring at me. To make it worse on the way back to the car my shoe came untied. So there I was walking down the street with inside-out clothes and an untied shoe. Deeply embarrassing.

I also got a traffic ticket. Yay(!)

Praise and thanks belongs to Allah, Who sent the Quran in truth and Who sent Muhammad, salallahu alayhi wa sallam, in truth. So that we may be guided to truth.

I praise him for giving me the courage to abandon falsehood and false gods and false worship and guiding me to the light of pure monotheism. There is nothing better than being part of the Muslim Ummah.

Swine Flu

On 23 Jul 2009, In Family, by , 2 Comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Although it is impossible to know for certainty, because no one is actually being tested unless they are seriously, potentially fatally ill, I think that Swine Flu has made its round among my family. Sabah seemed to be the first to be ill, although mildly. Then Dhuha fell ill and has been for the past four days and has gotten out of bed for about 38 hours. I was out of commission for the whole of Tuesday and I had all but one of the symptoms of Swine Flue. Zahira has had a mild illness and Abdurrahman has also been slightly ill.

I can’t say that I haven’t been more ill on other occasions but this illness is definitely strong. Like I said before I can’t be sure that it is Swine Flu but I sure hope it is, the possibility of having to go through another similar illness in the near future is daunting.

Please make a special duaa for my Dhuha, who has been in bed for 38 hours. She is normally an extremely active child, whose on the go for the moment she wakes up to the moment she falls asleep.

And Then There Were Five

On 09 Jul 2009, In Family, by , 5 Comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Say hello to the newest member of my Islamic family, Abdurrahman:

Abdurrahman Just Hours After Birth

He was born on July 8th 2009 at 8:20pm and weighed 7lbs 15.5 oz. All praise and thanks belong to Allah alone. We were at hospital for just over 17 hours, arriving at 8am and leaving at 1am the following morning.

It was a difficult day but it was also a day when duaas were answered. I would like to thank those Muslims that made duaa for my family yesterday and I pray Allah ta’ala grants you the best of this world and the next.

During this ordeal I thought a lot about how much my wife means to me and how much I appreciate what she does for her family on a daily basis and the pain and trails of pregnancy and child birth she bears to help our family grow. Brothers give a little thought for your mothers who suffered because of you and to your wives who suffer for your families. Every Muslim woman who endures pregnancy and child birth with patience for the sake of Allah deserves Jannah.

O Allah forgive the mothers of the Ummah of Muhammed and grant them paradise.

My wife likes to remind of a few days before Sabah was born, when we were lying in bed talking about it, full of excitement, and I tried to say that it was likely to be my last weekend not being a father. It came out, ‘you know this is probably the last weekend I’ll be fatherless’ to which my beloved wife said, ‘what is your father coming?’ and she began to laugh at me and still laughs at me when ever she thinks of it. After Abdurrahman was born she said, ‘you stopped being fatherless three times now’. She’s so sweet, isn’t she?

For those who don’t know Abdurrahman is a boy and while I guess I wanted a boy, since I already have two girls, I wasn’t and still not sure how I feel about it. Girls are just so wonderful, so sweet, so beautiful. If Allah had given me 10 girls without a son I would have been content.

One thing having a son does for me is the potential to carry on my family name, which I adopted when I accepted Islam. For those who will criticise me and say that it is Haraam to change your family’s name, I know the argument and I do not disagree, however, owing to my particular situation it is academic. Even if I desperately desired to change my name back, I wouldn’t be able.

It does bring me an enormous amount of pleasure thinking that my son will carry my name, my DNA, and have his own Islamic family and that my daughters will get married and give birth to pious Muslims, all by the Will of Allah. Knowing that my family and its Islamic future is secured. My father, an enemy of Islam, hoped that I would abandon Islam and that I would die on anything other than the deen of Allah. How he must feel knowing that there will be generations of Muslims descended from him. Men and women, who will love Allah and His prophet, salallahu alayhi wa sallam, and Allah will love them.

O Allah forgive me, forgive my family and forgive the Ummah of Muhammed for all its shortcomings and make us worthy of leading the world and establishing Your Shariah. O Allah make the women of this Ummah fertile and let the ranks of believing men and women swell until by sheer numbers we will be successful in making this world a place of worship exclusively for You.

On Our Way to the Hospital

On 08 Jul 2009, In Family, by , 4 Comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

If you happen upon this post today, July 8th 2009, please take a moment to make duaa for my wife and my still unborn child. My wife is about 2 weeks overdue and we are scheduled to go to hospital this morning to be induced.

I’m getting very excited but still torn between wanting a boy or a girl.

The Kittens Are Finally Gone

On 18 Jun 2009, In Family, by , No comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

About a week ago my wife and I decided that the kittens were old enough to be placed in new homes. So we started spreading the word among friends and family, hoping someone would want one. No one did.

Then we put a sign on our window announcing the availability of kittens. Within a day, Sugar Plum had a nice new home. I was very optimistic that we would be able to find homes for the other two just as quickly but it wasn’t meant to be easy.

I had been letting the kittens outside with their mother for a number of hours each afternoon for their benefit and my sanity. Plus I was trying to let Dhuha have a bit more freedom in the house. Ever since the kittens were born I’ve had to restrict her from one room because she tried to play with them whenever they were near but her idea of playing was grabbing them by the neck or tail and or lying on top of them. I was worried that she was going to kill one of them.

One afternoon as usual I let them all out and then took my wife out to visit her parents. When I came back home after a few hours, I went to check on them but found they were gone. Not only them but their food bowl was gone as well. Someone stole cats I was trying to give away for free. I began to worry about them so much because, I felt a huge obligation for their well-being.

Just as I realised they were gone, a nice family with three nice little children knocked on my door asking about the kittens. I had to tell them they were gone. It was such a shame because that family was the exact type of people I was looking to give the cats to. It wasn’t meant to be.

Later some boys who live in an apartment building across the street knock on the door. They told me they found the cats in the alley, which seemed strange to me because it wasn’t possible for them to get out on their own. They asked if they could keep the kittens and assured me that it was OK with their parents. Fine.

Sabah was so upset that the kittens were gone. She made duaa and asked Allah to bring them home.

Later that night the boys brought the kittens back and asked me if I could keep them just for the night until the could get enough money to buy all the different things that they needed. No problem. They gave the kittens back to me in a box and they left promising to return the next day.

When I took the kittens in the house they looked exhausted and the normally active and happy kittens just lied there and I noticed a strange mark on Meatball’s stomach. Those kids must not have let them have a moments rest. When I looked into the box they had given me, I noticed my bowl. I knew then that these kids came into my yard and stole the cats and the bowl and then stupidly brought the evidence back.

I was very upset that night and I found it very difficult to sleep. I resolved to yell at those boys and not to give them the kittens and that’s exactly what I did the next morning when they came to take the kittens back.

After that there were quite a few kids and teens who came by asking for a kitten. I turned them all away telling them to bring their parents along. We also changed the sign in the window, specifically mentioning that we would only give the kittens to families.

I watched from the window those boys who stole the kittens ask every adult on the street to come to my house and ask for a cat. I rejected everyone and finally they gave up.

A day or two later some very nice people came by and asked about the kittens and both Meatball and Super Mario had a home, or so I thought. The family that took Super Mario learned that their youngest was allergic to cats and so they brought her back but said that it was likely that someone they knew would want the cat.

The next day, sure enough someone came by and took Super Mario away. Sabah said, ‘Super Mario is my favourite’ and she started to cry.

I love cats and Chutney’s three kittens were really good cats but I sure am glad they’re gone. It was a stressful week.

Tomorrow, I’ll try to post up some pictures that I took of Chutney, Sugar Plum, Meatball and Super Mario about a week before they left.

Parenting is Difficult

On 02 Jun 2009, In Family, by , No comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

My wife’s cousin recently gave birth to a darling little girl, who they named Marium. When my wife and I went to visit them the first time after Marium was born, I jokily said, that when your child is still a baby and it stays up the whole night crying you will think it doesn’t get harder than this but you’d be wrong. It gets more and more difficult with each passing year until you reach the point that you wish you were only dealing with a few sleepless nights.

I said that as a joke but I meant it.

Dhuha is now three years old and constantly on the move, running at full speed for the 15 or 16 hours that she is awake. She loves to spill everything. Leave a drink, lotion, shampoo, oil or anything like it within reach of her and she will gleefully dump it all on the floor and then rub it into the carpet with her hand. We have to keep her from anything that is harmful to touch, such as the cat litter or anything that she can damage such as the kittens. One or two times she fell right on top of them in her excitement. Keeping track of Dhuha is a full time job. Mostly, I don’t mind because I know she is just innocently playing, Sabah at four is another matter.

Sabah at school or madressa is a shy, quite and obedient little girl. At home she wants to run the show and challenges us at every possible opportunity. Yesterday, she wanted a tree house and she wanted it now. She refused to go to the toilet, put on her abaya, read her lesson, eat her food or anything else until she got it. Her mother assured her that she will be going to madressa and if she doesn’t stop acting up she won’t be getting a tree house ever. Reluctantly, she listened and got dressed. Zahira asked me to take her to madressa fearing that she would act up once they got outside. Fine, I said and I walked her all the way to madressa without a peep or a struggle from her. Once, we got to madressa she refused to go inside and started to perform. Not wanting to look like an aggressive psychopath, I took her home. At home, I sent her to her room. After a few minutes I brought her down and told her to apologize to her mother for troubling her so much, Sabah refused and I had to take her back to her room. After a few minutes, I brought her down this time she apologized but refused to do her lesson. After going back and forth from her room she finally gave in and listened to me, did her lesson perfectly, and then went out to play. The whole experience lasted just over an hour.

Parenting is difficult, frustrating and draining but there are those moments that make all the trouble worth it. Every accomplishment of theirs is your accomplishment, you share their excitement, wonder and happiness and you experience their unconditional love.

Every night at bedtime, I come into the girls’ room and kiss Sabah on the head and she will either make an eww sound or ask ‘why you kiss my head?’ but she expects that kiss and if she thinks that I’m not going to do it she will say ‘kiss my head’. Next, I crawl into the bed next to Dhuha and she starts giggling in expectant anticipation and she wrappers her arms around my head and laughs as I kiss her face. Then I give them the full salaam, ‘As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu’ and a turn the lights out and close the door saying, ‘Bismillah ar-Rahman ar-Rahim’.

Those beautiful moments far outweigh any of the difficulties.

Oh Allah grant them and all the Muslims your paradise.

A Glutton for Punishment

On 14 Feb 2009, In Family, by , No comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

I wrote about my cat yesterday and then cleverly deleted the post. I was trying to be smart by copy and pasting the post into open office so that I could edit it more conveniently. I don’t really like wordpress’ spell checker. Instead of copying it I chose select all and then hit the delete key.

So I’ll try again so that I can put into perspective something my wife told me today.

Around two years ago, I was sharing some of my fond childhood memories of the many cats I owned, which inspired my wife into wanting a cat as well. I liked the idea mainly because I think it’s good for kids to get some experience with animals. Plus, I love cats. After looking locally for a cat without any success, we decided to get one from a friend of my wife, who lived about an hour and a half by car from us. Remember, Muslims are not allowed to buy or sell animals like cats and dogs, which means the pet store is out of the question. We ended up with two cats pickles the smart one and chutney the dumb one. They were quite cute little things but it didn’t take long for them to get on the bad side of my wife. They stank, their food stank, they shed their fur and scratched everyone and everything.

After a while, we tried to make them spend some of their time outside without any real success. Then I had to leave for a few months and my wife decided that she was going to get rid of them. Mostly, because of cat smells and fur but also because we didn’t have much money and following the Prophet’s salallahu alayhi wa sallam advice she put them out and did not let them in even after a few days of them crying by the back door. Finally, my wife caved and let them back in but she convinced her cousin to take the cats for her boys.

Ah Shame, I walked away from the computer to get my coffee and when I returned I found my daughter playing with the computer and she moved away for the page where I was writing this post. Remembering yesterday, I told her that if she lost the post daddy will be very cross. That’s all I had to say and she broke down in tears. Such a sensitive little girl.

Back to the story:

When the cats got there, my wife’s cousin let them outside and they ran away. We thought it would be the last time when seen either of the cats, but after a few months chutney made her way back to our house but now a bit more streetwise and no need for us. She would occasionally take a nap in our backyard but would run away when ever anyone tried to approach her. All in, she spent a year outside on her own.

Eventually, I was able to coach her into coming into the house so that she could eat and so the girls could play with her. My oldest plays with the cat so nicely, stroking her and so on. She says that chutney is her baby. My youngest gets very excited. She starts jumping up and down and tries to grab to big fists full of her fur. Unfortunately, we learned that even after a year this stupid cat hasn’t learned that she needs to use the toilet outside…

Even last night there was an ‘issue’ with the cat but that didn’t stop my wife from asking me if we could get another kitten.. AS IF! I would let her but what a glutton for punishment… what if we ended up with two semi-retarded cats?

Starting a Blog

On 12 Feb 2009, In Family, by , 3 Comments

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

I am never really sure how to start a blog. Especially, if the blog has a personal nature. There is something strange about opening up in a very public way and writing for an audience that does not exist and may never exist.

Let’s do this first post like an introduction and then there after I will write as if this blog has a long long history with many readers.

In the past I have owned a very popular Islamic Forum, I have blogged about controversial issues and many mundane ones as well. I recently tried joining an Islamic forum but I find them boring or if not boring they are a place of fitna, either between genders or endless arguments that do not benefit and therefore a waste of time. I also tried using facebook, which has some uses but ultimately was a source of trouble for me. If someone asks about that I might go a little deeper but for now lets leave it at ‘I don’t like facebook’. With all my free time and a lack of interesting Web sites, I have decided to start this blog about my family and myself. It will be personal but also I hope that it will be beneficial and useful.

All right, enough with the why let’s get to the who.

I’ll start with myself, not because, I feel that I am the most important but because this blog will be a collection of writings about events from my perspective. My name is Abdullah. I reverted to Islam in 1999 from a Southern Baptist – Christian background. It is important to know that I absolutely detest Christianity. I am also 100% opposed to the retardation that is democracy. In fact, never having voted in any election is in the top five things I am most proud of in my life. My accepting Islam is the first of course. I love coffee. I am trying to be a Web developer. I have been working with PHP for a little while and more recently I started creating Web sites using the Zend Framework. I am a huge fan of Open Source software. I hate Windows and anything Microsoft… to the point of being unjust. However, I recently read somewhere that Microsoft may start contributing to PHP, which could very well change my opinion of MS some degree. I love Ubuntu and Firefox.

Moving along…

I have been married since 2003 to a beautiful woman, who I absolutely adore. She may contribute to this blog from time to time.. well I suggested that she could but who knows if she ever will. I have two daughters and a third child on the way. My oldest is four years old. It has been a very exciting year for her, she started school and madressa. Masha Allah, she has learned the Arabic alphabet before the English alphabet. I hope to put her in a full time Islamic school next year, so that she can get her Islamic eduction along side her secular education. My second is my darling. She has a very special place in my heart. In just three years that little girl stole my heart in a way I didn’t think was possible. Before my girls’ birth, I didn’t and couldn’t feel anything towards them and with my first there was such competition to just hold her that I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to. Even things that should have been my exclusive right were almost taken from me. It was my place to whisper the adhan in her ear for the first time but my wife’s uncle tried to step in… I had to fight him for that. It was to the point that as my wife, the baby and I went to sleep I was wishing that the baby hadn’t come. With the second, it was completely different. I dressed her for the first time and said the adhan in her ear and recited suratul fatiha to her and we were alone my little girl and me, just the two of us. It was a very special bonding period. I hope I have that same opportunity with the third. Another reason for my closeness to my second child is I think she is the most beautiful girl I have even seen, masha Allah. When I look into her eyes I melt. We also spend a lot of time together because she has autism and it is difficult for my wife to look after both the girls together. I think her autism plays a big part in my feeling close to her, although it is difficult there is nothing like having a child with special needs.

I think this has been enough of an introduction to my family and me. I thank you for reading. Feel free to comment. If you have an Islamic blog let me know about it. Who knows if I like it you might find yourself on the blogroll.

As Salaam Alaykum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,

Your brother in Islam Abdullah

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