Meet Hafsa

Meet Hafsa,
She's the love of my life.
Quite a fascinating character.
I’ve always wanted to start a blog of some sort to document her life and allow for her to read it as she grows older so she can relive my experience as her mother and get a glimpse of my version of motherhood as I make the mistakes, celebrate the triumphs and heed the lessons. so I put this together as the somewhat introduction to her first milestones...Her name is Hafsa which is a baby lioness in the Arabic language as well as the name of one of the wives of the beloved Muhammad, peace be upon him. I wish I had a dramatic tale that went a little something like this....
"When she was born she came out with the roar of a lioness and now she walks with the pride of one and when she's older she'll be the hunter, her grace will take to heights no one has ever seen and blah blah blah...."

I didn’t quite happen that way, in fact when she was born she didn’t cry and was rather blue as the umbilical chord has found its way around her neck. instead she had to get a quick smack on the bum before she realised that oh I’m in the world and oh I have to cry now and oh this is the woman who's in charge of raising me and oh that’s the man who going to teach me a whole bunch about life, God and love. These are my parents SubhanaAllah....

So I guess this is the unofficial journal of her life and hope that she picks up the pieces and she decides what her name means to her and her character.

so the poem I wrote for her a few months after she was born is really about a cub finding her way through life haughty as she is her gentle way to those who know her always shines through…..

You’ll know soon that you are of the wild
You rome around and prey for the truth
But you’ll soon know the truth is within
You’ll know that the world is cruel
But you’ll also know that kindness belongs to the souls of those who’ve seen beauty in strangeness
Propel yourself to the sound of the wind blowing toward deliverance
Deliverance from the fight I fought for you
And that the trees remind you of that fight
The fight of being different, free, proud, courageous
Never bend to the tune of conformity
See art as the answer
Hide no fear from your Creator
Never be afraid of the night because she holds jewels that daylight cannot reveal
Know that the moon keeps me
Tire not little one because your bravery is my gift to you
So journey on and look back only once the time can claim you walked side by side with him
And found the prayer to be true
And unveiled the you
You were crafted to be.