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9 Year Stretch...Marks
Shama Yahya
Well Dear, by the Mercy of Allah, we've made it 9 WHOLE YEARS.  Together we've experienced love and loss and love again.  We've struggled through the monotony of day to day trials.  We've welcomed 4 beautiful children into our lives, baring your dimpled chin and stubborn disposition and curiously peering through my eyes and speaking with my often too sharp tongue. Our waistlines grew in solidarity during each pregnancy. And i graciously ignored my jealousy when you lost your "baby bump" before i did.  We've comforted each other thru illnesses and encouraged one another with iman. We've learned that when you say "fried egg" you mean "scrambled egg." It's SCRAMBLED- ahem...We've ascertained that when I'm silent for any length of time, its because I'm angry.  We've come to the conclusion that you argue to be funny (which you are not) whereas i argue to make a point.  We've fought and made up more times than i can count via text message.  Yes, we've occasionally allowed Shaitan to distract us from our goals and we've welcomed Allah's guidance to lead us back on track.

I've overlooked your shortcomings and you've forgiven my faults.  I've learned to appreciate your cryptic complements and ignore your direct criticisms. Just as you've grown to accept my constant need for affection and avoid me during my monthly bouts of psychosis.  I'm grateful that we can still smile when we see each other (even if it's forced).  Thank you for never once telling me my butt looks big or mentioning how i look as if i've lost a fight with a wild animal when i wake in the morning.  Thank you for kissing me even when my breath is on hum.  Thanks for keeping the car full of gas and leaving money in the secret compartment that you thought I didn't know about.  Thanks for knowing that you're imperfect and not expecting perfection from me.  Thanks for being the kind of Daddy that the kids are excited to see each day.   Thanks for being the kind of Husband that I'm excited to see each day.  Ya Habibi, you awaken my heart and inspire my deen.

We've both made adjustments and compromises in order to build this life together. And allthough we love and respect each other, I'm humbled to know that we couldn't have made it one single day without the help of Allah.  We put Allah first in our lives and that is what unites us, saves us, guides us and preserves us.  I love you Habibi.  I love you fisabilillah.
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Hubbytime
Shama Yahya

My husband's days off from work are Thursday and Friday. For those of you who know me, this means Shama probably won't be available to speak on the phone until Saturday. Why, you ask? Is it because her man is so over baring and demanding that he doesn't allow her to speak on the phone when he's around? Nope. That's not it. In fact, possibly quite the opposite. Ya see, I look at it like this: My man works 8 to 12 hours a day. Now add in travel time to that and imagine how much time we have to talk. That's right, not much quality time there folks. So on his days off I want to make the best of it. I want to be available for him if he wants to discuss things. I don't wanna walk around the house in my khimar (so I can stick my cell phone in it to be hands free)gabbing to my buddies and ignoring him. I don't wanna be bothered with anything but him. And believe me, sometimes he does bother me. And I'm positive that I can get pretty deep under his skin too. But even if we hang around the house all day and say no more than 3 words to one another at least we've spent that time with each other. Sometimes we don't even speak for hours, just walk around each other, he drops a sock, I pick it up. I leave the milk out he goes behind me and puts it away. Lunch time I fix him a plate and hand it to him. We laugh with the kids. I get up and go to another room and he cleans the kids up and washes plates. We may read the Internet news together and only speak to say "move the page down". But this is our quality time. This is our slice of serenity and comfort in a world of chaos.


So ladies, girlfriends, sisters, if you've ever been on the phone with me and heard me say those famous words "Lemme call you back latter, my hubby's here", rest assure I'm not try to hide my conversations from him or be sneaky. I'm not rushing off because he's angry or something. I simply want my hubbytime. Only Allah knows when the fun will end. Only Allah knows if this is our last day together. I don't want my last day with my husband to be remembered as the day I stayed on the phone with sister so and so for 3 hours and talked about how our kids make us crazy. I'd rather spend it not talking to my husband in our symbiotic "round the house dance" that we do. I just love my hubby that much.
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