Posts Tagged ‘Muslim Teens’


I Know it’s true but I just can’t face it

I Know it’s hard but who can erase it?

The time has past and it’s not coming back

The years are stacked, but how did I lose track?

You’re all grown up now, almost a woman now

I remember the days you needed me

To show you how

How to walk, how to talk

How to eat, how to live

How not to be like me, how to share and to give

But now you’re telling me that your thoughts are your own

You’re really scaring me, almost a woman full-grown

I want to hold on to my baby-girl

And hide you away from the cold, cruel world

But hey!

I have hope, Allah is my rope

I know I taught you right; All day and night

I showed you courage and strength; to have honor and dignity

These are the lessons you learned from me

In this world, Islam is a pot of gold and more

Whoever doesn’t have it is shabby and poor

Hold on to this wealth and spend it on the needy

Make it your cloak and your reward will come speedily

Make me proud to say that’s my little girl

Do good deeds patiently; don’t be dazzled by the life of this world

This place is just a lie 

Smoke and mirrors that glitter

Let me paint you a true picture

It’s like standing on a height, looking down on a valley

Of diamonds as far as the eye can see

They sparkle and shine; all you want is about nine

So you rush down down

full-speed ahead

Into the midst of life; you feel no dread


You reach the bottom of the hill

And you enter the valley of diamonds thinking can this be real?

All of a sudden you feel a sharp pain in your feet

As you look down in fright

You can’t retreat

What you wanted you have come to at last

But instead of a valley diamonds 

You find a field of sharp glass

That’s how it is; it’s not what it seems

The life of this world can be cruel and mean

 So slow down, be patient and not in such a rush

Take this advice from someone you can trust

You’re all grown up now, almost a woman now

But guess what

I can still show you how.


If you weren’t there, then you must be a square, or half of a square which makes a big, fat “L” and you know what that means… LOSER!!!

Seriously though, all of my kids fasted this year, three of which are pre-teens. They excitedly prayed tarawih prayers either at the masjid or at home (masha’allah, tabarakallah alaihim) so we decided to cough up the cash (and I mean pneumonia, bubonic plague type coughs) to treat them to this event. It was pretty awesome. The night before, the kids thought they would get to stay up all night, not! Their plot was discovered and they were promptly sent to bed at midnight. The next day, we stayed up after fajr. Dressing and grooming took place and we loaded up the car for the 3 hour drive to six flags. Our itinerary went something like this:

  1. Very Long Car Ride: We slept, HB drove. He considers us all traitors for not even offering stimulating conversation while he drove for 3 hours.
  2. We arrived in Jackson, NJ and gave the kids a potty break at the nearest gas station. While we were there and HB was getting some much needed mud-in-a-cup, the strangest thing occurred. The trees started to dance wildly as the wind blew. Their limbs bobbed and swayed dramatically. TQ said “It looks like their saying Allahu Akbar.” It really did. As we looked up at the the overcast sky, you could see the clouds being pushed towards the horizon. Small patches of blue could be seen through the spaces between. Just then, several cars drove up, about 4. All were muslim families arriving before entering the park. We love to see other muslims and we took these as signs that it would be a joyful, fun filled day.
  3. Our first stop was a drive through the safari, which was awesome. We saw herds of antelope crossing the street, ostriches with beautiful feathers and giraffes licking peoples cars. We saw lots of cattle like animals that I don’t know the name of (HB kept making references to steak, hunting and knowing how to tie a buffalo to the roof of our car) Samurai boy kept screaming “Let’s go to the park now! I don’t want to see the stupid animals!” After about 20 or so screeches like this from the back seat with the same answer of “Be patient, little boy,” we hear “Excuse me, excuse me, Abu. Can we please go to the park now, hunh? Can we, hunh? Please?” More polite of course but still the same answer, sorry dude.
  4. We arrive at the park gates, only to be suprised to know that parking is an additional $15 dollars!! WHAT!?! That wasn’t on the brochure. We fork over the (extra) cash and walk the distance to the park. I guess $15 is for cheap in-the-boondocks parking, imagine what the good parking must have cost.
  5. It really was just as they said it would be. Nasheeds played over the park speakers. Islamic goods of all kinds were being vended and the kids tried to ride every ride in the park. The athan was called for every salat as the people gathered to perform the prayer in the open air. HB decided to be super-dad and take daredevil extraordinaire TQ on a rollercoaster. He thought he was getting on the Batman and ended up on the Nitro. When they returned, HB was ranting about cruelty and inhumane treatment, evil, satan and how he would never ride another ride again in life. TQ called him a sissy but he was too upset about the ride to admonish her about it.
  6. I feared that the younger kids would get lost somehow, but in actuality it was I who traversed the path of the misplaced. Yep, big, grown-up me. I was lost for about an hour, and after walking from one end of the park to the other (twice) I found my family and was ready to leave. We packed it up, got in the car and drove to the nearest rest area to sleep for an hour and a half. We he was too exhausted to drive so we all took a nap. Before falling into dreamland, HB and I and suprisingly TQ sat in the food court drinking coffee, tea and soda respectively. The mood was somber as we watched a portion of the Palin-Boldin (or whatever his name is) debates. HB and I kept exchanging tired looks that could be read as “tired of lying candidates, tired of politics and tired of a full day of entertaining the kids.” TQ summed it up very nicely by saying “That Palin lady and that other guy, what’s his name are both so annoying.” You said it sister! We finally got it back on the road and arrived safely and soundly at our house at approx. 3:30 in the AM.

May Allah subhana wa ta’ala except all of our fasts, forgive our sins and increase us in emaan with blessings and goodness in this life and the next…. ameen.

The conversation went like this (and I couldn’t make something like this up if I tried, I love it):

TQ: Are you coming to our iftar Jamilah?

JM: Ummmm, let me ask my Ummie. She says what are you all cooking?

TQ: We’re having soul food.

JM: What’s soul food, TQ? Ummie she said som kind of soul food.

TQ: You know black people food, african american people food?

JM: Hmmmm, let me look it up on Wikipedia.

(after actually looking soul food up on wikipedia)

JM: Wow, that sounds great, boy thats alot of food. We’ll be partying if we have all of that food…. Minus the prok of course, I’m sure we won’t be having that.

I love muslim teenagers (sometimes).


  • Emotionally, Physically and Mentally stable brother for young sister, born muslim and raised in Islam.
  • Must be committed to the deen and to making a family and marriage work.
  • Must not be immature, insane, or have issues (of any sort).
  • Must not be Sufi, Shia, ultra-salafy or otherwise engaged in extremist activities.
  • Must not have “baby mama drama”, venereal disease, drug addictions, arrest records, warrants, violent tendencies, sexual deviance, outstanding debts or be guilty of chronic matrimonicide.
  • Must understand the meaning of being muslim and genuinely interested in pleasing Allah.
  • Serious inquiries only, please. All others please note… this is a life or death situation, misrepresentation can be hazardous to your health.
  • Warning…  violaters will be dealt serious, painful, life-threatening consequences.

Can You Sell Your Kids To The Circus?

Posted: March 15, 2008 in Uncategorized
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You know, I always thought that as my children got older, my job would become easier and easier. What a joke! Older kids are messier, sassier and du-uhm…more mentally challenged (wink, wink) than younger kids. Just the other day my teenage daughter was ironing our niqabs, in a hurry to go shopping with her father. The Teen Queen as she will be referred to heretofore in this alleged incident (and other areas of my blog) finishes mine and places it over the back of a chair. As I am tying the thing on, I am greeted by a strange smell.

My fellow niqabis know what I’m talking about. How many times have you put on your niqab and smelled the smell. Kinda reminiscent of cat breath.

Me: “Ew, what is that smell?”

TTQ: “What smell?

Me: “I don’t know. (sniff, sniff) Some weird smell. Smells like cat breath.”

As I turn for the febreeze (that I make myself with fabric softener and water. Try it girls you’ll like it) I hear a bloodcurdling scream followed by peals of unrestrained laughter.

You can only guess what she does if you live with a being of the “teen” persuasion. Yes, she smelled the hot, steaming iron.

I mean she was cracking up. My husband looks around in a panic asking what happened. All I could do was stand there looking at her in incredulity (yes I can still use big words after 6 kids and 6 c-sections…. that’s another post though). I guess she thought that since she had just ironed the niqab, maybe the suspect smell came from the iron. Shes lucky she didnt burn her nose off.

I only regret that I didn’t catch it on camera and publish it on


Me and the teen queen (my oldest daughter) went to Walmart together the other day. I was there to pick up some much need items (ice cream) and see if I could get her glasses fixed at the optical center there. After an extra long wait, I start to feel like maybe I’m waiting extra long on purpose. So I’m getting an attitude of course. But I wait patiently. There is a man looking at glasses on the other side of the room, he comes over and places a pair of frames on the counter and stands there to wait. Miraculously, a clerk comes out and *pretends* to be doing something at the desk where we are all standing.

Me: “Excuse me. Does someone normally work at this desk?”

Nasty Clerk Lady: “Yes. But we are all busy with other customers right now. Someone will be with you in a moment.”

She then motions to one the other clerks to wait on the other guy with the frames. EXCUSE ME!! Now impatience is turning into fumes and fumes into flames. I was here first!! Keep it calm. Don’t start any fitnah.

Nasty Clerk Lady (returning): “How can I help you?”

Me: “My daughter broke her glasses, do you do repairs here?”

Nasty Clerk Lady (taking the glasses and looking them over with a very weird smile on her face): “Yes we fix them but we’re not responsible if they break.”

Me: “Okay, about how much do you normally charge.” Now we’re getting somewhere.

Nasty Clerk Lady: “Oh no charge. But we’re not responsible if they break.”

Me: “Great. Do they look fixable?”

Nasty Clerk Lady: “Maybe. But we’re not responsible if they break. You know we’re not responsible if they break. If they break while we are attempting to fix them, we’re not responsible.”

Me: “Lady, they’re already broke.”

Nasty Clerk Lady: “Yes. But if they break we are not responsible.” WHAT!!!!!

So it dawns on me that she doesn’t WANT to fix them. Oh, ok! I take my daughters glasses back and we turn to leave the store. I am so upset by this time. I can’t believe she made us wait, took someone ahead of us and basically refused to help us. Now, I am human. And unfortunately for me I was not born muslim. I mean I only took my shahadah what 15 years ago. All sorts of derogatory statements fell from my lips as we walked from the store to the car. Pregnant animal of the bovine variety, disbeliever endowed with a strong and unpleasant smell (this post has been edited for censored content…see title) unclean, disagreeable (I can’t think of any more replacement comments for what I really said sorry).

The Teen Queen says “Ummie, that’s not nice. You’re not supposed to say things like that.”

Me: “Why not? She’s just a kafirah. Did you see how nasty she was being to us? I should have said it to her face.”

Teen Queen: “No, Ummie that’s not right. You shouldn’t say those things.” How dare she take up for her. I mean she wronged us. I have a right to vent my frustrations right?

So we get home and I break out the book Riyadhus Saliheen by Imam An-Nawawi. This book is excellent for daily study. It covers so many vital points in the life, worship and character of the muslim. Each chapter starts with verses of the Quran and then gives the statements of the Prophet Muhammad on the particular subject. I want proof for my position that you can say whatever you want to a kafir. But what I found was this:

  • 50:18 “Not a word does he (or she) utter, but there is a watcher by him ready (to record it).”
  • #1511 “Narrated Abu Hurairah (radi’Allahu anhu) Allah’s messenger said “He who believes in Allah and the last day must either speak good or remain silent.” (muslim)
  • #1520 “Narrated ‘Uqbah bin Amir (radiAllahu anhu) I asked Allah’s messenger “How can salvation be achieved?” He replied ” Control your tongue, keep to your house, and weep for your sins.” (at-tirmidhi)
  • #1734 “Narrated Ibn Masud (radiAllahu anhu) Allahs messenger said: “A true believer does not taunt or curse or abuse or talk indecently.” (at-tirmidhi)

Well how you like that. So I sat the kids down and gave them a short talk on the blessings of controlling the tongue and made a mental note to thank Allah for blessing me with such astute kids that do not hesitate to correct me and remind me of his pleasure.