Zahraa turns 1

Ah hello.

Its been a year!

Well motherhood doesn't seem to be an easy task for me. Couldn't type on the laptop without these little fingers on the screen, assisting me to write this post I guess.

Zahraa turning 1 next week. Yeay! My baby girl is turning 1 year. I have survived being a mother for a year. So does her, as my daughter. Barely survived. Haha. I’m no perfect mother for her. But I guess, we are all still and will always be in our learning process being a mother. All mothers wanted to give the best for the children albeit different methods.

Anyways, I’m not planning anything big for her birthday. Simply because my husband and I think that (1) it is not necessary, (2) she doesn’t even know what a birthday is (3) it’s me who will eat the cake and all the desserts and ice creams and etc (4) she wouldn’t bother to blow the candle, she’s more interested in milk, her Chuggington song and sleep. That’s it. We have made a right decision. 

Sorry Zahraa, no over-the-top birthday party for you. A cute Frozen themed cake (which I chose) will be enough for the three of us.

Happy birthday my dearest, we love you.   

Postgraduate Story

Hello!

Zahraa is a good baby today. No fuss. Cries (definitely!) a little. After bath, she watched Disney cartoon (surprised?) and she falls asleep.

Here I am, typing while watching my favorite series. Multitask is what women are good at. Agree? Oh, I forgot about the dishes. Great. Later okay, later.

So, husband and I planned to further our study abroad. He is interested in business/management study so he chose to further in MBA. While I am still loyal to Linguistics study. We applied to several Unis in the UK. We have also applied for scholarship, to which he got lucky to receive the offer. Sadly, I don't. Moving on, I appealed. But, they got rejected. Husband asked me to send another appeal letter, handing it myself to their office. Perhaps, they might consider it this time around, he said. Alright, I will.

Few weeks later, I received a good news. It is not the scholarship though. I got two conditional offers from King's College of London and University of York. I haven't replied to them as I would need a scholarship first. Plus, husband has yet to receive any offers from any Unis. Therefore, it seems like we may have to postpone our plans to next year admission instead. The application for MBA in the UK Unis has ended anyways. Except for some countries. I think?

We'll see how. I don't want to give up neither my husband. So we will make this dream come true. We share the same dream. How sweet.
How about Zahraa then? We'll leave her with my mom. Kidding. We have plans for her. But what's more important is to get the scholarship and Uni offer first. Then only we will proceed.

 

 

Mommy wont leave you. No worries.

 

That's all for now. I'm going to do the laundry and dishes and mopping and folding clothes and etc. etc. etc. Goodbye.

 

 

The First

Er hello there!

 

This is going to be my very first time writing this on my blog. God knows how long does it takes for me to write. I created this account since 2009! Yet I don’t have any posts. Ye know why? It is simply because I finally have time to write. After 5 sweet years, mind you.

 

A little info on me, I’m married. It's been 1 year and 2 months. I have a 4 months darling daughter. A homemaker, refused to be called one. Perhaps a blogger now.

 



 

An adorable little being and cranky most of the time. Sorry Zahraa. Being at home with her is really fun, but it is quite exhausting too. I sweat a bucket. Everyday. I know, all mom does.

 

I don’t smell good, all time messy, from head to toe. I no longer care about my outfit while outing. Well, maybe, maybe, I do care but I just don't have the luxury of time to properly dress up like I used to. I rarely wear ironed clothes. I always wear the same outfit, which is definitely a breastfeeding-friendly type. No longer fancy clothing, supermodel outfits etc. etc.

 

Being a mom really changes me. My priority has changed. From my own self, while single, to my husband, while married and currently to my little baby. 90% is just for her. 5% for me and another 5% for my husband. Poor you husband.

 

But I am so grateful that I have been blessed by having a baby. Never had I imagined myself having a baby. I am not that baby/toddler/kid-friendly type. I don't play with them. I don't like them. By having Zahraa, she teaches/forces me to slowly to love babies/kids. And she teaches me a lot of patience too.

 

 

This adorable being teaches me to be a better person.

Thanks to Allah for His blessings.

 

P/S: I'm going to write soon. So stay tuned. Stop it. Nobody is reading this.