I’m not sure I know myself that well and most of the time I have a hard time talking about me, so I’ll try my best here.

The rules:

1. I’m not linking the person who tagged me because it’s obvious who it is.

2. Not tagging 6 bloggers.

3. I hate rules.

4. I’ll mention as many quirks as I want, kaifee.

The Quirks:

1. I don’t like walking on lines.

2. I’m trying to forgive Swair, I just can’t!

3. I’m not tagging anyone because everyone’s probably tagged by now.

4. I’ve been trying to join a gym for over 2 yrs now and still haven’t managed to do so, why?

5. I hate noise.

6. I love being right.

7. Since Swair kept going on, I will. I can’t make up my mind what I should eat.

8. I love full stops.

No victims, horay!

1. Hand in a translation paper due now

2. Go to the mustawsif after work to change Hassan’s wound dressing

3. Shop for sth to wear for a baby reception party tomorrow

4. Buy a fancy looking envelope for money gift

5. Pick up sth from Farwaniya

6. Buy tickets for the Italian circus in Shaab park, anyone been there? (I need to call them first though)

7. Buy a gift and take my son to a 2yr old b-day party he’s invited to over the weekend

I lost something years ago and a couple of months ago I’ve found it. I’ve found peace within myself. I woke up one day and told myself the past should stay in the past and I have to make sure it stays there. I’m turning a new page in my life. I managed to forgive someone who caused me so much hurt. I didn’t even have to take any pranic healing classes. Life itself taught me a lesson. Yep, I forgive you.

I no longer hate you. I love you more and more each day.

I was thinking the worst case scenario when I heard a bang followed by Hassan screams. I left everything as it was and ran out from the toilet to find out my son had hit his head on our bed. Rami was next to him at that time. He was rubbing the back of his head and all of a sudden I saw blood dripping everywhere. It was like a horror movie. I grabbed my son. I screamed for Teresa and my dad. Teresa got an ice bag and dad put pressure on his head, as well as a bandage. Blood stopped. Rami ran to get the car ready. I quickly put on my clothes on and left to hospital. I remember crying and screaming a little. I was so nervous on the way. I wasn’t calm at all.  We got to Hadi hospital first only to know they had no surgeon available!! We left to Mubarak hospital. We saw a Doctor within minutes after arriving there. We were taken to room no. 8. And within minutes he got himself two stitches. After that he had an the x-ray done. Results came out fine ilhamdillah. I would say it took us no more than 30 minutes, maybe less. Mashallah I don’t know of any other place in the world where you can see an emergency doctor without really having to wait or getting evaluated first.

In his pj’s

How did this all happen? He was so excited about popping plastic bags with his dad that he threw his head backwards and hit his head on our bed’s wooden footboard. Wallah miskeen …

I’m so relieved and thankful to Allah, ilhamdillah, ilhamdillah.

ps. I’m taking 2-3 days off work. When can I give him a bath?