Ebrahim I met your mom and dad for the first time today little boy. Well, I didn’t exactly meet your dad, I just saw him from a distance, but I spoke to your mom. Oh and your grandmothers too. When we heard about your drowning, our hearts dropped somewhere inside. We’d had a similar experience …
For two years, I suffered with major anxiety attacks and PND, but I couldn’t put a name to what I was experiencing… until recently. My chest would tighten, my head would spin, I’d feel a constriction in my throat, which made me think I was short of breath, which made me panic, and yet I …
Somewhere within our current healthcare system, we, as women, have lost our voices. We’ve been disempowered, disregarded, and in many instances disrespected. We have been bullied, and it’s NOT okay In each of my pregnancies and post partum hospital stays, I’ve seen or heard at least one woman being disrespected, or treating like just a …
Will you remember me my child, when you stand at heavens gates? Will you remember to tell your Lord that you will not enter its gates without me? Will you remember what we look like, your father and I? How will you recognize us after such a long time apart?My child, what’s it like in …
It’s been a while since I posted anything EB or grief related, though I have thoughts running through my mind All. The. Time. Oh what I wouldn’t give to have a pensieve like Dumbledore’s. Where I could simply extract and deposit my memories and thoughts here for you to read. Or have some kind of …
Every time the president speaks, I feel my anxiety increase. The skin on my head tightens, and my body goes into fight or flight mode. By the end of his speech, I have sensory overload, and with that comes a short fuse and a need to isolate myself from my anxieties and thoughts. Every time …
“I’m sorry Ama”, I’d say almost everyday since the death of our little girl. I had so many regrets. I think of the moments I could have spent more time with her, but didn’t. I’d think of those times when she’d ask me to do something for her, and I’d forget. Or those times when …
The grieving process isn’t linear. Nor is it a simple process of getting up, dusting yourself off and moving on. Grieving is multi-faceted.
It all started with a set of blocks to keep the little one entertained, but before I knew it, the little one was gone and I was the one being entertained by these simple, open ended toys. My thinking was simple: try to construct a building. For this I had only two criteria: 1) Blocks …
“Mommy, is it a blister?” She asks as I gently nudge at her skin. “No my baby”, I reply. “I’m just putting your skin back in place”. It’s odd how commonplace this exchange of words has become. It’s just one of life’s things for us. But it’s also saddening, because we cannot provide her with …
