Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Defeated …

I’m admitting it … I wish Jennah was a typical child. I wish she could walk, talk, and play with her brother and sister. I wish she would go to school and give me 2 hours of solace without worry of her crying, choking, or seizing.

I’m tired. I don’t pray, eat, sleep or exercise. I don’t play with my other children. I don’t even talk much to my husband anymore. All I do is carry Jennah, drive, and yell a lot.


  1. (((((hugs))))))

    It's ok to feel like that, and it's also ok to say it out loud. And someday when Jennah is gone, it will be ok to feel relief instead of sadness. It's ok because every other moment of the day you are patient and long-suffering, and you are these things because you love her with every fiber of your being.

    Cheer up, my friend. Allah sees you. Blessings will come your way.

    And we are praying for you.

  2. Sariya,
    Soooo sorry you are going through this.

    I'm sure by the time you read this, you've already stepped back and done some problem-solving.

    Meanwhile, I hope you get a break and some time to yourself.

    Give Jennah a hug and kiss for me. I miss her. And B & A, as well.

    Hope to see you in June. You are my hero.