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!


Colorful wall decor

I got this idea about a year ago and made an inner promise to myself that I wanted to finish it before this year is over. Never did I think that I would spend the last bits of summer trying to be a painter.

I bought some watercolor, which I’ve never used before, 3 canvases and some brushes. The first time around I actually managed to buy the wrong type of brushes which were not meant for watercolor. And getting the design onto the canvas was a whole different problem but with some good help from my talented friend we managed it.

First we scathed out the wanted design onto a piece of paper drawing lines horizontal and vertical. These same lines were also drawn onto the canvas so that it would be easier to copy it.

The biggest painting took me quite a long while to finish but I also took a week break in between. Taking a step back and not getting to sucked into your project is the key to any masterpiece. And then you can come back with fresh eyes and a new look on things.

I’m so happy with the end result, especially of the world map. This can cost up to 100 dollars online but making it yourself definitely gives you a greater appreciation of the artwork.


The paint job on the two pieces down below went relatively easy since it was a smaller canvas and not too many colors to work with.
Comment down below and guess which countries these are:



One week ago now

My day started off like any other day. No pancakes or coffee in bed even though that’s the ultimate dream. I went on doing some housework and making dinner for my guests that evening.

I was greeted with flowers and a basked full of fruit. At 6pm we started eating my homemade meatballs, chicken with rise and potato salad. Everything tastes twice as good when you know how much effort you put in to it.

We continued on playing uno, heads up and ping pong. And didn’t end up saying good night before 10.30 pm. It was a lovely evening spent with wonderful people.


Till next year.


Life is running a marathon

My birthday was this weekend and I turned 22. I never really gave much thought to the year when I turn 22. I guess it never crossed my mind fully.

My numbers start to feel empty. Years fly by like the wind, hardly even touching me. Leaving a cold shiver and then 356 days have gone by again.

When I look back it’s all just a blur. How is it that my childhood years went by so slow? And now it’s like life is running a marathon. Can’t it all just stop for a second? Let me live so that I can breath in all my memories.