I’m officially a mom! Alhumdulillah alla kulli haal.
I delivered a baby boy on Tuesday, September 28th, 2010 at 12:23AM. He was 6lbs 11oz, and 19 inches long. We named him Abdullah Yusuf Shafi, and he is the most beautiful person I’ve come to know in my life
A lot of people have been asking, “So, how does it feel to be a parent??” I’d sum it up with one word: uncontrollable. Never in my life have I felt so much that Allah controls everything, and I have absolutely no control. For one, I can’t control the love that I have for my son. If you think about it, I’ve hardly known the kid for 12 days, yet he is the single most important person in my life now. All I want is what’s best for him, and I’m not sure why. It perplexes me that I love him so much, but I don’t even know him, and I have no “real” relationship with him. As one person said it best, “If weren’t for the mercy of Allah placed in the heart of a parent, their children would be the number one people that they hate.” Honestly, I couldn’t agree more. The love and connection I have to my son is one that I couldn’t even dream of building myself–it is completely from Allah.
Not only are my emotions and feelings uncontrollable, but what happens to my son is uncontrollable. I have come to realize that no matter how much I want things to be one way for my son, only Allah can control what the reality is. This is most evident in the fact that Abdullah has a large hole in his heart (VSD). He’ll be needing surgery in the next few weeks (du’as requested, please!). Alhumdu’lillah he has a great cardiologist and surgeon lined up to work on him, but still I know that ultimately what happens to my son is not controlled by the doctors, but rather Allah.
Whew, talk about a lot of feelings to sort through! New love, new fears, and new hopes. May Allah make this new relationship that I have with my son, one that helps us both attain jannah, ameen!


Sometime early last year my dad’s job relocated him to Brazil. It was a stinking tragedy to have him move away from all of us, and then to have my mommy leave, too. Since then my chances to hang out with them at any length have been few and far between. And usually when I did get a chance to see them it was always for a special circumstance–wedding, baby, funeral, etc; so for the most part they were always preoccupied. Our parental-baby time was usually pretty short.