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Wipe-off Islamic Calendar Craft

By Sukaina Imran

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Cold snowy days when you are cooped indoors is when the ‘I’m BORED!’ monster comes out full force. To keep your little ones occupied at home and get a dose of Islamic knowledge on the side, this easy DIY Islamic calendar craft is a treat. You get to spend some quality bonding time with your children and it’s not just a calendar that you make, you are also making a memory of a cosy evening spent together.

The supplies are easily found, you can buy a dry-erase calendar from any dollar or craft store, use that as your template and get crafting.

These pictures are self-explanatory in themselves.

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About the Author: 

Sukaina Imran is a Montessori trained teacher from Pakistan. She moved to the US after getting married and worked in an Islamic school in Texas for three years. She also has a child psychology diploma. After the birth of her first child, Sukaina quit formal work and decided to put her Montessori teachings to bring her children closer to Islam

Me Want Bahu

By Khaula Mazhar

Me Want Bahu

Note: This will work best if you imagine this lady rapping to Apache Indian’s “Arranged Marriage.”

The time has come for this Amma,
To find one larki for her Shehzada.
Now listen when me talk tell everybody,
Me want me a bahu perfect as can be.

Chorus
Me want bahu, from Karachi City
Me want bahu, say a sohni curi
Me want bahu, bhai  to look after me
Me want bahu, with a doctor’s degree

Now I look in the neighborhood, there’s a lot of girls,
And some of them seem like perfect pearls.
Me go to all their houses, just one masla,
They all say me son is a no good larka.
So now it’s time for matchmaker lady,
To come and help find that Hoor Pari.
So I’ll send her to the East, then to the West.
I’ll send her North and South to find which girl best,
I can’t lie, I must confess, this Amma she wants a princess.

Chorus
Me want bahu, to cook the roti.
Me want bahu, that cooks good nihari.
Me want bahu, to clean up the house.
Me want bahu, meek like a mouse.

Now some girls are fat and some too thin,
Some just have too large a kin.
She can’t be too dark, or even too fair.
And she must have long, long black hair.
Engineer is good, doctor is too,
MBA is fine, nothing less will do.
What you mean does my son have job yet?
My boy is perfect, the best you’ll ever get!
Now you be fussy, then don’t cry to me,
I have long list of girls as you can see.

Chorus
Me want bahu, to massage my feet,
Me want bahu, to cook lots of treats.
Me want bahu, who will respect me.
Me want bahu, to give me potha, pothee.

So the time has come for my son to marry,
I look for a girl from a good family.
We on the rounds, to visit all the places,
Of eligible girls, with very pretty faces.
So have lots of food on your tea trolley,
You’ll have to work hard to impress me.

Chorus
Me want bahu, as sweet as can be.
Me want bahu, that don’t talk back to me.
Me want bahu, to show off to my friends,
Me want bahu, that will make amends.

Now the time has come for me son to marry,
For people to bring mithai, like luddoo n barfee.
I found perfect girl, sorry I only have one son,
Nothing I can do, the date is done.
But is okay, don’t be so blue,
Your daughter can always be wife number 2!

Chorus

Me found bahu, from Toronto City.
Me found bahu, with MBA degree.
Me found bahu, why she no look after me?
Me found bahu, she works at office all day!
Me found bahu, she does not give me her pay!
Me found bahu, her family trapped us,
Me found bahu, now my raj is over bus!

About the author:

Khaula Mazhar, author of Mama Loves Me, has written for Dawn Pakistan and now bestows her wisdom upon the world at her blog. Last time she counted she had five kids, however the vast amount of laundry has given her doubts. This is a cause of constant distraction as she tries to finish writing the next NYT best-seller.

Heartbreak

By Khudaija Nagaria
photo credit: Charlón via photopin cc

photo credit: Charlón via photopin cc

Yet another serious heart-break,
Yet another unexpected blow,
Yet another discrete proof of,
People’s fake and outward show!

Ready to help us all the time,
Support they’re willing to offer,
But when the time comes to ask,
Their words and actions differ!

Expectations are built and broken,
It happens again, and yet again,
One feels dejected and ditched,
Friendships are lost without gain!

Words of hope echo in your mind,
Their false claims give you tears,
But you, O human, do not stop,
To turn to the “Only” who’s near!

Nothing to lose when you love Allah,
His pleasure wins you all gain,
Benefits in this world and the next
Happiness and rewards, no pain!

Yet we humans fail to be believers,
We find it difficult to rely on Him,
Shaitaan wins the battle with us,
Chances of not being doomed are slim,

We know all this yet from people,
Our needs of love, we associate,
We get hurt but we keep trying,
To fool ourselves till we dissipate,

Then we gather our shattered self,
We bow down to Him in depression,
We renew our faith, and we pledge,
We’ll only yearn for His attention,

A few days pass by until we stick,
To the new promise and resolve,
However,Shaitaan doesn’t cease,
We give in to his tricks, we absolve!

Our mind tries to hold us back but,
Our heart craves for love and care,
Self-deceived and  misguided again,
We turn to the creation in despair!

Knowingly we treat ourself unkind,
We get involved in people again,
Expecting from others rather than Him,
Utterly dismayed, we shout in pain…

“Yet another serious heart-break,
Yet another unexpected blow,
Yet another discrete proof of,
People’s fake and outward show!”

About the author:

Khudaija Nagaria is a teacher by profession and a student of theDeen. She also has an MBA but focuses on freelance writing for Islamic websites and magazines. She is also the Contributing Editor at Muslimaat Magazine. Khudaija prays that her writing be a means of sadaqa e jaariyah for her parents, Aameen.