Early morning walks

I just love snuggling up in cozy jumpers and this has absolute been my favorite the last couple of days.

This was taken a couple of days back when we were out for a early (late) walk. It was actually before 12 o’clock which meant not too many people on the streets. So I made sure to take out my camera, set it up on the stroller and do a little photo shoot.

Jumper: Gina Tricot // Pants: Bik Bok // Shirt: Bik Bok // Scarf: Nelly.com

Before I forget there will be a new video up on my YouTube channel today at 14 pm. I’ll be taking a look at my old diaries and reading some of the stories from way back in the days.

Happy Sunday!



Autumn flowers light up my day

The weekend is upon us and even though I’ve had Friday feeling since Tuesday, I’m definitely going to enjoy this weekend. Tomorrow I’ll have a couple of hours to myself which hopefully I’ll be able to enjoy to the fullest. Hair appointment, coffee, running errands – well, running is the last thing I want to do on my day ‘off’.

Fresh flowers for the weekend is starting to become a priority even though I’ve been so lucky to get the last couple of flowers from my wonderful and loving mum. It does something with your mood when you wake up and see beautiful fresh colors shine throughout your living room.

My sons cousin also has his first birthday tomorrow so I have to get something for him. Even though I have no idea what that’s going to be.. I guess I have to brainstorm a little. And tomorrow evening we’ll be visiting him and his family.

Have a great weekend, hope it treats you well!


I can’t do this anymore

I can’t even feel the pain because I’ve buried it so far down
Every inch of my being is torn and I want to scream out crying.
Feeling like a disappointment to everyone around me.
Silently crying because I don’t want anyone to hear me.
With the door unlocked because I want someone to find me.
Being happy and miserable at the same time.


The last pieces of summer

Our colorful terrace is finally done now that the winter is coming. Well, not quite yet but there isn’t much time left to enjoy our outdoor area. But I don’t mind, it was beautiful while it lasted. Spring will come again and I have learned much through this season of gardening.

We were so lucky to get a set of garden furniture from a family member which saved us a tone of money. And with a solar lamp having from the celling and a lighted candle the atmosphere gets even more cozier.

But I know I’ll enjoy this place even when it gets colder. A blanket and a hot cup of coco is all I need.


Lighted candles and cozy jumpers

It’s been a minute since I’ve been back here. Lately I haven’t really known what to write or share about. My life goes on with the same routine every day. My little one is almost eight months now, and I can’t believe where the time has gone. I only have three months left of this – being a stay at home mum. Even though it can become a bit too much at times I know I’m going to miss it.
Fall is upon us and I can already feel the colder air and the change of colors on the leaves. In my opinion fall is the best time of the year. Getting to snuggle up in cozy jumpers and warm socks. Drinking hot coco while enjoying the early evenings with lighted candles. There is no better time.

This is a story I haven’t told you yet

This is a story I haven’t told you yet. It is so personal but something I’ve been wanting to share with you.
I had the answer right in front of me, but like so many other people I ignored it. I was stubborn and always thought I would have tomorrow. But you don’t, you only have today, this moment, right now.

I was born and raised in a christian cult. After several years of manipulation and brainwashing, we found our way out. Many souls lost hope, especially the hope in God.
I grew this barrier between religion, because all religion I had heard about was re-written or change by mankind.
I thought I would go on with my life, having the moral compass I had from a young age but also making up my own rules.
However, I never lost hope in God, but my faith was weak.
A couple of years ago I prayed, believing with every inch of my body, that God would show me a way to get closer to Him. And He did but I looked away.
I was ignorant, thinking my faith was enough.
It wasn’t before 2014 when I actually listened.

Islam was something foreign. I grew up to believe that Islam is bad and a hateful religion who suppresses woman. I couldn’t understand why woman would choose to wear a scarf around their head.
Muslim were the people you heard about in the news.
Media thought us that with the word Muslim, the word terrorist comes behind it.
And Allah, He was a different God from my God.
In doubt ever time my heart found peace and it’s truth. I could find so many similarities from what I believed in and Islam. And even when my brain caught up in the realization that this is the truth, that this is the right way, I was scared. I was scared what my family would say, my friends – everyone who knew me.
Time went by and my doubts started to fade away. I saw how Muslims were – peaceful human beings, worshipping One God.
There are in fact 1.6 billion Muslims in the world, and the most practiced religion in the world. These people were not forced or manipulated into believing anything. They simply found the truth.
I started little by little trying to cut out bad habits. I wanted to know that I could make it because I didn’t want to fail if I decided to revert. I stayed at a crosspoint where I either could go left or right. Sometimes I went a little to the left, but ran back again because I felt unease with myself. I came to a point where I needed a push, but nobody around pushed me, I had to push myself towards the last step.

On September 16th two years ago I said my Shahada in a local culture center. At that moment it was as if someone lifted up a ton of bricks that I had been carrying around the last couple of years and I suddenly felt lighter.
The next two days I cried. A lot. A friend of mine said that it’s ok, I was reborn and children cry a lot and I had to take baby steps.
I still feel so lucky that Allah has chosen me. And every puzzle piece I had missed is in place. I have a deeper understand why things happened. Why I went through hardship to get to this stage.
So don’t walk blindly trough life which you know will end. Allah put exactly you on this earth, so that you can go through His tests.
The point is not to be perfect. You will fail, but you will repent and get up again.
It’s a privilege to be chosen by Allah, that Allah wants exactly you with Him in Paradise.
The road is though with hurdles and rocks thrown at you, but the reward is so much greater.
God is always with you, and when you find Him your worries fade away, and you realize that everything is pre-written for you and everything happens for a reason. You find peace in this world. And that is the definition of the word Islam.


Red is my new favorite color

I definitely need to find some new outfit locations because my house is running out of space. Luckily I did manage to pull this off with my phone hanging on a tripod attached to the crib and with a timer in my hand I had my own little photoshoot.

Hijab: Modanisa // Blouse: Lindex // Culottes: Mondanisa // Shoes: Esprit

Have a lovely weekend!