Manic Behavior

Yesterday began with an excited, irrational need to experience a “high.”

For me, that meant driving an hour across town during lunch to visit an exotic pet store, where I met a friendly, middle-aged shopkeeper.

“I adore the prairie dogs as well as the sugar gliders,” I said. “Which one is a more affectionate pet?”

She explained that, once bonded, the sugar gliders would be more affectionate and could even be carried on-the-go quite easily via a bonding pouch.

I was sold.

I got one, and then, when explained the importance of keeping gliders in pairs, I purchased a second.

I named them Chip & Dale, and I was ecstatic.

…But, there was one problem.

My husband had told me over & over again, “No more pets.”

The 5 year old in me thought I could get away from hiding them in the closet, but when I went back to work, my anxiety kicked in.

“Did I secure the heat lamp properly? What if it falls off? What if it hurts the gliders? What if the house burns down!?”

I ended up calling my husband and confessing what I’d done.

He took a deep breath and said, “I’ll talk to you later.”

Then, he called back a few minutes later and said, “We are returning them in the morning.”

I hope we don’t, but I think he’s pretty serious.

Let’s see what happens 🙁


Spiritual Awakening

I went to a cemetery for the first time this weekend,

And it changed me.

I know I sound dramatic (I’m pretty good at that), but it’s made me question every aspect of my life, including:

-My Spirituality

-Strengthening my Marriage through God

-How I Raise my Child

-Who I’m Friends With

-How I Make Money

-What I Want for the Future

-The Impact I Want to Make

-What I Leave Behind, my Legacy

I somehow feel both ignited & extinguished, and it doesn’t make sense at all.

Maybe I’ll get some sleep and tackle life tomorrow.



I’ll confess—

It has been a year since I could sleep

Properly, that is

I used to pass out the moment my head hit the pillow, but now, I’m steadily increasing my dose of melatonin to catch a couple hours

And today, even that didn’t work.

So here I am at 4:30 am, contemplating the macro & micro of life

With a warm cup of chai in my hands

Have you dealt with insomnia? Any tips to get better sleep?


Just 5 months prior, we buried my grandmother.

And now—her son.

Scarves drawn overhead, prayer books shifted through.

We look at who is left in the room,

And while we are thankful for each other,

The void of those no longer here weighs heavy upon us

May we all be reunited in Jannah, InshAllah

Until then, your names will be at the end of every prayer.

Our duas are still with you.