Bringing Raneem Home: The Early Days

It could have been any regular Sunday in our house: Ahmad and I lying down on our couch, enjoying food just delivered from our favorite, Crepaway, while watching the latest season of The Crown on Netflix. Except right next to our coffee table, a 5 day old Raneem slept soundly in her bassinet, blissfully still…

You're Failing As a Parent: A Prenatal Class Gone Horribly Wrong

In September, just as I’d started the third trimester, I thought it would be a good idea to sign us up for a prenatal course. Our familiarity with babies, up until that point, was non-existent. I didn’t even know how to hold one properly! I mean, I know all about childhood infections and how to…

Welcoming Raneem: The Birth Story

By the end of the eighth month, the only thing missing was to actually deliver. I continued life as usual: work and falling asleep on our living room couch as soon as I’d gotten back while local news covering the thawra blared in the background. This urge to be absolutely ready was because in those…

Expecting Raneem: A Pregnancy Summarized

I remember how hot and heavy my tears felt as they rolled down my cheeks on a Wednesday night in April. Ahmad held me in his arms as I sobbed and sobbed, asking him, asking the universe, “So what does this mean? What do we do now?” He continued to hold me and comfort me…

You Never Forget How To Ride A Bike

So there I was, lying on the street, clutching my left knee in pain on a busy intersection on one of Maastricht’s main bridges, trying not to feel flustered or helpless. But that was easier said than done. My hair was an utter mess. Sweat had begun to make its way down my back. We…

The Netherlands Will Always Feel Like Home

For the second time this year, I found myself crying on an airplane- something I really should stop doing. This time, it wasn’t because a sense of relief had finally washed over me after what seemed like one obstacle after the other. No, this time it was because the airplane had begun its descent to…

Amsterdam, I Was Wrong About You

I have to be very honest here: I had been trash-talking Amsterdam for the better part of the past five years. Whenever I was asked to give my opinion on the city, I would always reply that it didn’t captivate me quite as much as Maastricht or Den Haag. I would always claim that the…

The Amazing Mini-Eurotrip Race

“You know what looks really beautiful?” Ahmad yelled across the house. “What?” I yelled back from the kitchen. “Amsterdam. I’ve been seeing a lot of pictures and it seems like the kind of place we’d enjoy visiting.” “You don’t say!” I replied, rolling my eyes, as I made my way to the living room where…

This Blog Will Never Be Popular- And I Don’t Really Care

A short while ago, I wrote a post expressing my frustration at how the blogging scene in Lebanon has really taken a turn for the worst, with the so-called influencers dominating the scene with their hyper-stylized photos and their horrible take on the English language. Of course, the content is abysmal to say the least….

Writing About Ahmad

Writing can be hard. And writing about relationships can be even harder, as I’ve learned in the past few days when I attempted a piece only to stop mid-sentence and shut off my laptop completely. Or maybe I was too focused on whatever we had on Netflix to continue my train of thoughts. You see,…