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- Twenty seven years ago they told me I had become a big sister to this tiny soy-coloured human being. I proceeded to then stuff him in buckets, squash him in his crib, make him cry and eventually watch him become an incredible, kind, loving and hilarious person. Happy 27th birthday @abdulazizazman ❤️3) I know this may not answer all your questions, but to be honest I don't feel as though I need to answer everything that is shot my way, because some of them are not true and Allah knows what is and what is not. Some people will go all lengths to twist the truth to benefit them, so I have tried to be silent. I don't care who I am and am not associated with. I believe Allah allows the ones who are meant to be in your life to stay. Those who have stood with me during this time know who they are, and I always doa that Allah rewards the sincere. In this beautiful blessed month of Ramadhan, I hope we can set aside all these stories about other people's lives and focus on our own. To make prayers for ourselves, for all those we know, and all those we lost, for all the strong mothers and fathers who have lost their children, and to all the children waiting for their parents and families up in Jannah. Allah knows the truth, He knows our pain, and I believe nothing human beings say about me or to me will ever equate the pain I have to losing our child. Salam Ramadhan everyone.2) My pain is not sport. My pain is not gossip. My pain is not something people should make theories about. For other mothers out there who have lost their children, I cannot imagine your suffering, as we all go through it and grieve differently. No one ever has the right to compare one woman's loss to another. It is no one’s place to say someone suffered more than the next. To compare loss and stack them up like points as if anyone else’s is less when measured to yours, that is wrong. I don't know how people found out about our miscarriage, we only informed those who needed to know. Allah knows who spread it, so I will leave that up to Him. To those who say I am attention-seeking or using our immeasurable loss as a way to gain whatever it is you think I want to gain, I hope you know that you are wrong and no person in their right mind would do this intentionally when they are feeling the sorrow Ashraf, I and our families feel in our spirits. *CONT1) I was going to share this part of our lives with you when we were ready, but Allah knows best and He has moved me to speak out now. I decided to leave the company I was previously with so I could focus on having a happy and healthy pregnancy. It is no secret that the brand I was with works extremely hard to deliver the best standards and it was something I could no longer do or keep up with. I wanted to prioritise our growing family after almost three years of focusing on my work. I believe all women have the right to choose. The right to work when they want, to stay in the jobs they want, to say ‘no’ when they believe it’s enough, the right to have the pregnancies they want, the right to raise their children and families the way they want - be that if you’re a career woman or a working mother at home. No woman is more than the other based on the choices she makes for herself, no one should ever be judged, treated harshly or emotionally dismissed for the decisions they make as mothers - that is between them and Allah. If you want to work hard during your pregnancy, I salute you. If you are a career mom, I applaud you. If you are deciding to take a break during your pregnancy to focus on growing the person inside you, I am like you. When I made that decision for myself and our baby, I notified my superiors about my decision and they excused me from serving my notice. Unfortunately Allah knows best, and even though I believed I was doing everything I could to keep myself strong, happy and healthy, Allah decided that this was not our time. It was heartbreaking. It was the worst thing we have ever experienced and we are still in so much pain - this pain is magnified when I realised that something we wanted to keep private and personal was suddenly blasted on social media for everyone to see, judge, discuss and speculate. *CONTWho knew my bathroom could store so much?! This month my goal is to let go of things I no longer need and only keep things that bring me joy and value into my life. We’re starting with the bathroom! I was thinking of sharing some of these things with anyone who wants them, let me know if you do! UPDATE: Wow! Thank you so much for your enthusiasm to help me with this ❤️ In the coming weeks, I’m hoping to be somewhere in KL where anyone can come pick up what they would like from my sharing pile. Will keep you updated. PS: will clean up the pre-loved make-up items as best as I can!We have really good good-looking friends. Who all like to wear blue on Fridays. #adayangmasihmencari #DMmeformatchmakingservices #lowservicechargeMims is more excited about flowers than the life size Disney characters around her 🤷🏼♀️There isn’t much red date tea and old socks can’t help heal ❤️ I’ve had these purple Tweety bird socks (with white heart non-stick tabs on the soles) since I was seven. My mom went on a trip to the States and brought them back for me - they’re something I go to when I need some comfort. I can’t believe they still fit and are magically soft 20 years later. Do you guys have a memento or special something you use to make you feel better? I’d love to know!I wish we had snow in Malaysia ❄️ I guess I’ll vote for whichever political party that can promise me snow-trimmed pavements and long cold days on the ski hill 💁🏻♀️I would do anything for a Winnie the Pooh doughnut right now.
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