Little things

6 months ago

I can’t believe it’s been half a year
Time flied by like a night in disguise
One second ago I held you close
Two little feet, ten little toes
First a smile, then a laugh
Now six months later you’re rolling around
Finding your hands to your toys
Soon you’ll be able to walk and talk
While you’re growing up, we’re growing old
Stop time a little so we can be with you even more
There is no rush, so I’ll stop searching for the next milestone
And enjoy the time with our firstborn child

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Elizabeth

Little things

They were better together

She holds him tight at night
Hoping his soul won’t slip away

Wishing for an eternity
Praying they will last forever
Together till their last breath

Striving for success
Paradise where they’ll rest
Truly this is her deepest wish

Elizabeth

Little things

Goodbye

And yet again we have to say goodbye to you
The month were hope is restored,
and faith is recharged
We will wait patiently till you come again
Hoping we will meet you next year
Trying to take our good deeds beyond this month
And make everyday like Ramadan

Elizabeth

Little things

One year ago

It was early Wednesday morning. The sun had made its way out behind the trees far away at the east. I awaited nervously for the two lines to appear. Anticipation was rising and even though I knew, I waited for five minutes.

I watched my reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but to smile back. An exiting time was ahead. There we were, two instead of just one. I went back to bed wondering who you would become.

Now one year later I can finally hear you laugh, see you smile and hold you close. Knowing now that my life was never complete without you here.

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Elizabeth

Little things

A woman in hijab

You may think I’m oppressed by the way you stare at me. That I’m not free to make my own decision. Maybe you think I’m forced to cover up my beauty.
I guess it bothers you that I choose what to show and withhold from the world. But the truth is that a veil like the hijab represents so much more then what you see.
We don’t lie or steal, drink or smoke. We think before we talk and watch our tongue.
We choose to wear it, to be among the best of people.
I hope one day you can see past my veil and see who I truly am. Because my freedom is not determined whether I show my hair or flaunt my body. And remember that the hijab represents so much more than a cover to your hair.

Elizabeth
Little things

Be original

The world tells you to be yourself
but when you do they turn their back on you.
Everyone wants to be original but no one dares to stand out.
So stop defining yourself through the worlds eyes.
Look in the mirror. Your reflection should represent yourself.
Don’t dress up for admiration or seek applause for you good actions.
The world doesn’t have the right to tell you who you should be, neither judge you or define you.

Elizabeth