Du’a

♥ Du’a ♥

Oh ALLAH, I have no money, but I have You. I am rich.

Oh ALLAH, I have no freedom, but I believe in You. I am free.

Oh ALLAH, I have no patience, but I read Your Quran. I am calm.

Oh ALLAH, I get no respect, but You listen to my dua. I am proud.

Oh ALLAH, I have no time, but I think of Jannah. I have forever.

Oh ALLAH, I have much time, but I look at Your Signs. I have today.

Oh ALLAH, I feel so weak, but I fast Ramadan. I am strong.

Oh ALLAH, I feel so tired, but I make dua. I open my eyes.

Oh ALLAH, I feel so dirty, but I repent to You. I am cleansed.

Oh ALLAH, I feel so depressed, but I remember you. I am at peace.

Oh ALLAH, I feel so lost, but I follow Your Commands. I am safe.

Oh ALLAH, nobody listens, but You never turn your back on me. I am grateful.

Oh ALLAH, my heart breaks, but I imagine meeting You. My heart finds rest.

Oh ALLAH, I cry every night, but I make wudu. I wash away my tears.

Oh ALLAH, I feel so alone, but I pray to You..I feel peaceful…

Being A Mom

Being a mom is difficult.

Being a mom trying to find time to shower is difficult.

Being a mom trying to find time to eat is difficult.

Being a mom trying to find time to do laundry is difficult.

Being a mom trying to find time to cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner is difficult.

Being a mom who pumps is difficult.

Being a mom who is trying to stop your milk supply is difficult.

Being a mom who oversupplies is difficult.

Being a mom who supplies just enough is difficult.

Being a mom who undersupplies is difficult.

Being a stay at home mom is difficult.

Being a part time working mom is difficult.

Being a full time working mom is difficult.

Being a mom of a child with medical conditions is difficult.

Being a mom of a healthy child is difficult.

Being a mom is difficult.

It is hard to invest every waking moment into your child. It is hard to lose endless hours of sleep. It is hard to forget about the person you once were. It is hard being a mom with postpartum depression and still yet moving forward.

Everyone tells you about the sleepless nights, about the endless diaper changes, and about how expensive it gets. Yet nobody tells you about the spit up stained shirts, the excessive hours of pumping, the struggle of hearing your baby crying, the never having enough time in a day.

Nobody tells you just exactly how hard it will be.

Nobody tells you thank you for how hard you work.

But you are a mom. You are a hero to your baby. You can have them from crying to comfortable sleeping in your arms. You are the savior of your baby. You are the producer of their meals. Your baby is what makes it all worth while. To be able to watch them grow. Take their first steps. Saying their first word. Growing in their first tooth.

You are a mother and at the end of the day you feel like your work goes unnoticed just know, your baby is proud of you.

Proud of you as their mom.

You are doing a great job, don’t be to hard on yourself.

Dua

Dua:
O Allah, grant the Muslim youth (men) pious and righteous wives, and make from their offspring Muslims who will rise the banner of Islam, and carry the Quran (in their hearts), and who will order good and forbid evil.
O Allah, grant the daughters of the Muslims pious and righteous husbands, and make them pious, obedient (to Allah and their husbands), repentance, not showing themselves (wearing hijjab).

Ameen.

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Allah

It is ALLAH Who puts restfulness into our body, Not Sleep!It is ALLAH Who puts nourishment in our limbs, Not Food!

It is ALLAH Who puts Energy into our living, Not Air!

It is ALLAH Who puts Cure into our aches and pains, Not Medicine!

It is ALLAH Who puts Wisdom into our minds, Not Education!

It is ALLAH Who puts honor into our reputation, Not People!

Even if we lead unseen lives, we need only ALLAH to have absolutely Everything!!
THANK

FOR EVERYTHING.

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I once asked a very successful woman to share her secret with me. She smiled and said to me..

“I started succeeding when I started leaving small fights for small fighters.

I stopped fighting those who gossiped about me…

I stopped fighting with my in laws…

I stopped fighting for attention…

I stopped fighting to meet peoples expectation of me…

I stopped fighting for my rights with inconsiderate people..

I stopped fighting to please everyone…

I stopped fighting to prove they were wrong about me….

I left such fights for those who have nothing else to fight…

And I started fighting for

my vision,

my dreams,

my ideas and

my destiny.

The day I gave up on small fights is the day I started becoming successful & so much more content.”

Some fights are not worth your time…..

Choose what you fight for wisely.

The History of ‘APRONS’

I don’t think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids..

And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many purposes.

Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma’s aprons.

REMEMBER:

Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.

I don’t think I ever caught anything from an apron – but love