Happy Muslim Mama: Umm Salihah in the NY Times – No I Haven't Done Anything Illegal

Assalam-alaikam,

I had a bit of good news to share alhamdulillah. The New York Times parenting blog Motherlode reprinted my most recent column for InCulture Parent: “An Islamic View of Parenting”.

You can see the column in Motherlode here and in InCulture Parent here.

Jazakh’Allah-khairun and many thanks to those who have taken the time to leave comments.Please forgive me for my recent tardiness in posting, responding to comments and responding to e-mails (which always make my day by the way even if I am slow to respond). As the kids get older and more demanding alhamdulillah, the job gets more manic, hubby’s work routine more random, and more often now my hands more sore from typing, I find it harder to write and often end up evading the computer.

Also to blog about life, you have to live it and various cooking experiments, trying to keep up with my noisy, crazy children and my penchant for indulging in too much me-time (can there be such a thing as too much me-time?) means the day comes to an end before I gave done a fraction of what I want to. I am also going through one of my irregular phases when I cannot stop reading – the book is winning over the laptop at the moment, plus Little Lady has appropriated the laptop for her Spanish practice.

Alhamdulillah, I have lots to blog about when I get the chance – some recipes, a few book reviews, my thoughts about looking after someone’s child and what I learned from it and more articles for Mum and Muslim and InCulture Parent. Oh and a red and black necklace I have made, the “tactile” stone chip and glass crystal necklace I am making and some more bit’s of jewellery I have to finish off and take pictures of. Which reminds me – I had forgotten all about the promised craft giveaway.

I better get writing insh’Allah…maybe in the morning…the kids have gotten out of bed again, I still have the ironing, school, work bags and packed lunches for the mornin (and I really want to read my book, in bed, under my warm blanket, maybe with that piece of rich carrot cake).