Hail, Khadija

If you’re a huge fan of the tv show “friends” you probably know that every episode is call ” the one …” I just figured out what my thing for this blog can be. I always make excuses for not being active, so that’s my new thing, I’ll make sure …

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Ramadan and Imran

You have probably heard the saying ” it takes a village to raise a child”, boy, it couldn’t be more correct. Especially in Ramadan. Ramadan is the month all muslims fast. Ramadan is in June this year, that means that we fast from dawn to sunset.  It’s summertime in Norway …

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The flower family

Hello new and old friends. I can’t remember the last time I updated this blog. In my defence, I’ve been very busy. A lot things happened since last time. Let me get you up to speed. Imran is two years old now. I know, time flies. I wonder where all …

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Gone soft

If I didn’t know better, I would think that I was pregnant. I feel like I’m marinating in hormones. The littlest things make me cry all of a sudden. I started watching a TV show from 2012 titled ” Touch”. Its been one sobfest . I’ve been crying for a …

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Firing the help

I’m so angry at my housekeeper. We’ve been living in this new apartment for a week and she still hasn’t unpacked, can you believe it ? I’m seriously thinking about firing my maid. By the way, my maid is me.

Home not so sweet

I’ve been going on and on about how much I miss Imran. Apparently he doesn’t miss me as much. He acted like I didn’t exist. He aired me so bad that I’m still gasping for oxygen. I thought that after 18 months, he’d know me by now. I walked into …

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It’s been a week. A week since I last saw Imran. That’s like 7 years in mom years. I know that I always complain about how exhausting raising a child is, but the second Imran leaves, I miss him with every fiber of my being. This week feels like a …

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Ray of sunshine

I left Imran a few hours ago and I already miss him so much. I’m in bed, eating the food of my ancestors  ( Chinese). I’m not Chinese.  I just really like their food. The food doesn’t taste as well without the company of Imran. I can’t seem to enjoy …

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