Gifts, gifts, gifts and making the Counting a Habit


We love to celebrate and embrace the little things- like drinking Moroccan tea on a quiet evening,

or visiting a small shop with all kinds of delicious nuts and dried fruits, chocolate and honey {especially the children love this while they can taste so many different nuts while we decide which one we’ll take home this time},

or baking a special pie together and so forth.

 My wish would be for my children that when they’re grown up InshaAllâh,

 that they will have sweet memories of Fridays.

That the Fridays are held close and dear to their hearts, as very special days,

as days of celebrating a little bit more than we usually do-

for every new day is indeed special and a gift.

That every Friday will become a Feast and a day to look forward to.

In addition I will hopefully focus on the counting of gifts, following and sharing with you Ann’s {February’s} joy dare, to capture the gifts we are bestowed with in our lives… writing down three gifts each day..


Gift counting, February, Friday the 17th and one from the day before->

*}   Golden honey pearls on delicious toast

*}   Making hearts out of bread

*}   Stacking fruit in lines above lines, beautiful for the sight and delicious to eat. Blueberries, plums, blue grapes and minola

*}  In the evening serving chocolate cake, actually too late, but oh so cozy


Fresh beginnings


Hamdoelillâh a few very busy weeks we’ve had! Making Hijrah has been one of our dreams the past years {and still is, if it is Allâh’s will}; reason while we nearly moved twice. While we often think we can plan our ways like we want them to come out, we are often faced with the fact that we indeed can’t. Allâh is The Planner and He arranges everything in the universe and beyond. If we are able to see through and be patient– under all circumstances- and most of all- be thankful– very thankful, He shall guide us and bestow us with His Grace. This is so important for us to hold close so we shall never forget. His Wisdom is Sublime, which means we can trust Him– always. I pray to Allâh that He will show us His Mercy and that we shall never be and become neglectful of all His gifts to us. So we may remember that no matter what happens to us– there is Grace and Trust and Comfort– so that our tears– if they fall into our laps- shall turn into sweet ones. Sweet tears filled with honor and hope.

Now that the busy weeks are finally lying behind us, we are sooo happy! All Praise is to Allâh alone.

He gave us a very nice- almost new home. A home with many sparkling and fresh colors. A home with cozy floors. A home wherein we hope to fulfill many good things, like homeschooling our children en living as natural as we can. A home to be thankful for.               

We didn’t move to another house although it sometimes felt that way; we tackled the walls and the floors and some old things in our home that we didn’t like to keep any more. But how fresh and new it all felt! It makes such a difference whether the walls are painted or not. We used to have wallpaper for many years and now almost every room is decorated with bright paint, mashaAllâh.

May Allâh bless our families and homes and make us of the pious ones, the ones He loves. And may He strengthen our love for Him, so we shall make it our top priority in life. And May He guide and protect our children and keep their hearts filled with kindness and care. Ameen.