Clean, wipe, spill, scream….repeat

Asalamualaykum
The biggest test Muslimah mother face

A house that never stays clean and children who have a mind of their own. What can you do to stay calm?

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You have finally finished the dishes and the kitchen looks tidy, but the surprise waiting for you in the living room raises your blood pressure so much that you lose control over yourself.
The floor you wiped just moments ago is littered with toys, biscuit pieces and juice spilled all over.

Being a mother, the biggest challenge I face is being patient at so many such incidents in everyday life and I believe it’s the same with the majority of us.

Let me admit: I FAIL in most of the cases!

For us, patience is extremely important since Allah has mentioned it several times in the Qur’an and the rewards for it really quite tempting.

وَاصْبِرُوا ۚ إِنَّ اللَّـهَ مَعَ الصَّابِرِينَ
and be patient. Indeed, Allah is with the patient.
(Qur’an 8:46)

إِلَّا الَّذِينَ صَبَرُوا وَعَمِلُوا الصَّالِحَاتِ أُولَـٰئِكَ لَهُم مَّغْفِرَةٌ وَأَجْرٌ كَبِيرٌ
Except for those who are patient and do righteous deeds; those will have forgiveness and great reward.
(Qur’an 11:11)

Many more such verses enhance the importance of patience.

As Muslimah mothers, it is very clear to us that being patient is not just about controlling our anger in order to be a good mother, but firstly it is to obey Allah.
Here are some smart tactics to save yourself from regrets:

🎈Absorb the fact that your kids are an amanah from Allah (سُبْحَانَهُ وَ تَعَالَى). This will help you be extra cautious when you are dealing with them.

🎈Understand and keep reminding yourself that there are a whole lot of women doing whatever they can in order to conceive. Being a mother is a gift.

🎈If we are able to live with and take care of our children then we should be more grateful because there are so many mothers who are separated from their little sweethearts for various reasons.

🎈Patiently taking care of little children 24*7 is no easy task. But we can try and with Allah’s help nothing is impossible. Don’t stop making dua.

🎈أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم (I seek refuge with Allah from
the accursed Shaitaan) is the best dua to stop shaitaan from attacking you.

🎈Health issues or hormonal imbalances can result in physical and mental stress. Keeping a helper or ordering in from a restaurant will definitely give you time to relax.

🎈Managing more than two or three toddlers is real work. If you end up shouting or smacking, don’t hesitate to apologise. A sorry card or simply a tight hug can do wonders, but make sure you tell them you were hurt by their actions.

🎈Be what you want your child to be. They copy what they see.

🎈Most of us must have read the statement : “Excuse the mess, we are making memories”. Yes you are. Treasure the moments.

🎈But also remember: Less mess less stress. To avoid mess create a play area for kids so that the toys stop finding other places to hide.

🎈Children grow up so quickly and with each passing year they become more independent. The present phase of life is passing away so try to grab it in the most beautiful manner.

🎈Children are children. Let them be. Tidying up is essential but don’t get obsessed to the extent that you restrict your children from being themselves.

🎈When you find it difficult to stay patient remind yourself of single mothers or a mother taking care of a disabled child. Our test of patience is nothing compared to theirs.

So, the next time you see spilt water, cushions on the floor or the sofa being used as a trampoline, take a deep breath and say Alhamdullilah.

A final note:
وَالْمَلَائِكَةُ يَدْخُلُونَ عَلَيْهِم مِّن كُلِّ بَابٍ
سَلَامٌ عَلَيْكُم بِمَا صَبَرْتُمْ ۚ فَنِعْمَ عُقْبَى الدَّارِ
… And the angels will enter upon them from every gate, [saying],
“Peace be upon you for what you patiently endured. And excellent is the final home.”
(Qur’an 13:23-24)

What more do we want?

I pray that you and I be able to make an effort to be more patient. آمين

By Nourin Ibrahim
Abu Dhabi, UAE

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How can I repay you?

Asalamualaykum

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Mothers are special people..they understand what her child never utters! The problems and difficult situations they have to endure is amazing.

Recently there was a mother who spoke about her day and she explained how on two occasions she placed food on the table with the intention of eating with her kids, only for her baby to start crying which meant she left the table. Once she had calmed the baby and had returned, the food was finished. She thought to herself “I really wanted to have some too!” This happened several times in her life but the two times she recalled this she thought to herself…mothers do so much but how can a child ever repay that back?

Subhanallah the daily challenges they have to overcome and the circumstances that they so happily accept even though it goes against what they use to believe and hold on to.

May Allah bless all mothers and grant them khayr in this world and the next. Ameen. ❤️🙏

You are the best….

Asalamualaykum,

First we would like to start of by thanking Allah for guiding us to Islam and blessing us with Islam…there is no bigger blessing than the blessing of being a Muslim. Alhamdulillah.

Secondly, we are living in times where woman are waking up to their true nature and are demanding change in different aspect of the society as well as living. Alhamdulillah we are seeing many women give up careers so they can raise their children, and we have seen many women start a career to better themselves and their families. However, today’s post is of the women who gave it all for the sake of holding it together. May Allah bless ALL mothers. Ameen

 

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A woman, renewing her driver’s licence , was asked by the woman at Registry to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

‘What I mean is, ‘ explained the woman at Registry, ‘do you have a job or are you just a …?’

‘Of course I have a job,’ snapped the woman. ‘I’m a Mum.’

‘We don’t list ‘Mum’ as an occupation, ‘housewife’ covers it,’ Said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
‘Official Interrogator’ or ‘City Registrar.’

‘What is your occupation?’ she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.
‘I’m a *Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.’*

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

‘Might I ask,’ said the clerk with new interest, ‘just what you do in your field?’

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,
*’I have a continuing program of research*, (what mother doesn’t) *In the laboratory and in the field,*
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
*I’m working for my Masters*, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
*and already have four credits* (all daughters).
*Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,*
(any mother care to disagree?)
*and I often work 14 hours a day,* (24 is more like it).
*But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.’*

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk’s voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, *I was greeted by my lab assistants* — ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our *new experimental model,*
(a 6 month old baby) *in the child development program*, testing out a new vocal pattern (crying).

I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than ‘just another Mum.’

*Motherhood!!!*
What a glorious career! Especially when there’s a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers
*’Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations’*
And great grandmothers
*’Executive Senior Research Associates?’*
I think so!!!

I also think it makes Aunts ‘
*Associate Research Assistants.’*

Beautiful huh?! Now from now on use these titles with confidence, no one ever asks you to prove it so use them accordingly. Smile for you have the best job in the world.

Mamma your crazy!

Asalamu’alaykum


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A Saudi lady doctor told a story about a patient.

A Saudi guy aged 30 named Mohammad entered the lady Doctor’s room and he had his mother with him. She wanted to runaway from his son. She unset her niqab again and again but her son set it again and again. She would bite his hands and spit on his face and her son kept smiling. Then his mother threw her niqab and started laughing and going around the Doctor’s table.The lady doctor asked Mohammad who she was and he replied, ‘my mother’. Then she asked him whats her story.
He replied that she was born with mental disorder. Then she asked how she gave birth to you. He told her “My grandfather made my father marry her to get a son. So my father married her and divorced her after a year and I was born. And since I was about 10 years old, I am the one serving her. When I want to sleep I tie my foot with her foot so that she cannot runaway. The doctor asked him why did you bring her to the clinic. He said that she has sugar and Blood pressure issue.
His Mother was laughing and saying, give me Chips and he gave her the chips and smiled at her and she was laughing again. He rubbed her mouth corner to clean the chips particles from there.
Doctor asked, This is your mother but she doesn’t know you? He replied, By GOD she doesn’t know that I am her son but the ONE who created me knows that she is my mother.
Then the mother shouted at the son, “Hey you liar, why you did not take me to MAKKAH?”, as she saw MAKKAH in the LCD screen. The son replied, “On Thursday Mother, didn’t I tell you that I will take you there on Thursday?” The Doctor said to him that if he takes her to MAKKAH for UMRAH her problem will increase. He said that whenever she wants to go for UMRAH, I take her there , no matter how many times she wants to go, I don’t want that she wishes anything and I don’t make her wish come true which I am able to do it.
Then they went out and the Doctor closed the door and locked it and cried as much as she could to lighten her heart. The Doctor said I have heard parental rights but never saw before a boy whose MOTHER doesn’t know him but his life is all under her feet and he serves her best to please ALLAAH. He could easily send her to a Mental Hospital but he chose to serve her and take care of her so that the door of Heaven remains open in his life and in shaa ALLAAH in the hereafter.
Indeed paradise lies at the feet of Mother. Even if you sacrifice your whole life for your parents, you have done nothing for them!
“Our Lord! Forgive me and my parents, and (all) the believers on the Day when the reckoning will be established.” [Qur’aan: Surah Ibrahim, Verse 41].