I’ve had many sisters following my journey of moving and working abroad and the most common question I’ve had is about childcare. It seems to be considered as one of the greatest obstacles, and while I don’t ignore the weight of it, I refuse to let it stand in my way.
It appears there are one of two choices, nurseries or nannies, and while I explore these options I learn about the common problems and benefits of both. At the moment I’ve heard some horror stories about bitter nannies which have severely neglected or abused children in there care. From putting a child in the fridge, to making a child drink bleach. Stories like these forces me to take the only option left available which is to employ a nanny through the agency. It is expensive, but at present appears to be the only way of securing references and police checks, that ensure the safety of your child.
The other option of nurseries so far has not been to my satisfaction. Now this maybe due to my own OCD issues and preferences, and unfortunately upon visiting a handful of nurseries I wait patiently to embark on one that gives me peace of mind. The plus however most definitely is the assurance that your child is constantly under the supervision of more than one person.
Lastly my most reliable source of finding childcare at present is word of mouth, whereby nannies have been referred. Its tempting to go with the cheaper option which some nannies are very grateful for, but I struggle to feel comfortable with some of the amounts I’ve been told. Kuwait is a very rich country, but the divide here is far and wide, and I continue to question my own morals when a majority explain to me that the salaries we offer are more than sufficient?
In the meantime my quest to find the best childcare remains in the hands of God. My son will be 12 weeks old by the time I start work God Willing. Initially I was quick to think I could go back to work, but I’m only human, and while the time quickly approaches, I raise my hands and Ask Allah to give send me a nanny that will not be a harm to my son in anyway In sha Allah.
I had a dream to move abroad and work in a Muslim land. Now I’m here Alhamdulilah I have a new dream, and that is for my children only to prosper in character and faith whilst becoming people that will benefit others through their success. I was a single mom in a high rise in Bromford. Nothing comes easy, but by the Grace of God I’m here.
Everyday I waited and waited for that moment when he looked me in my eyes and smiled. I felt like it would never come, and at times when I thought the moment arrived, it turned out to be a bit of wind.
But today I finally got the smile I’d been waiting for. It helped me put to rest the year of sleepless nights, injections, backache, heartburn, tears, emotions and sore nipples. It was a smile fuelled with something I hadn’t felt in a while. Pure, untainted and unconditional love, Mashallah.
I told people very casually, “Yes, I’m going to go to England, have a baby and be back at work in no time”! And to think I actually made it as far as coming back to Kuwait, Alhamdulilah, Praise be to Allah. I quickly recognised the blessings sent my way through people and even objects! How can you learn to be patient if your patience is not tested.
This new chapter of life stretches me to witness a new way of life, focusing not only on my own goals and dreams, but nurturing my children to achieve their own. May Allah aid me to find the balance of raising righteous children for this world and the hereafter Ameen
It feels good to be back! No sooner had I landed, I was put in a wheel chair and wheeled around the airport. My very basic urgencies to be attended to were recognised very quickly, and whether it was just for the reason alone of being a Muslim Woman or my burgundy British Passport waving in the air, either way my needs were met.
I wanted a round of applause, and indeed KLM staff did so, complimenting me my newborn and daughter for being so good throughout the 6 hour flight. How I did it will have to wait for another blog, but the fact remains its good to be back.
Whilst in England I’ve managed to build up a small circle of women from Kuwait who have come to learn of my blogs and posts. I look forward to engaging with the women leading workshops that empower and give confidence to those wanting to succeed.
A great opportunity to thank those of you who have reached out to me to tell me how much you enjoy my posts. Its been a while but I’m back Habibti 🙂 In sha Allah
“Whoever fears Allah, Allah will find a way out for him (from every difficulty) and He will provide for him from sources that he could never have imagined.”
There was a time when I needed her, to feed me, change my nappy, help me get a good nights sleep. She helped me talk and walk and transition from soft food to hard food. She taught me how to wash myself, dress myself, read and write. I needed her.
Then came I time when I thought I didn’t need her, so I left her and decided to do everything alone, because she didn’t give me what I want! I thought she didn’t care, I thought she was selfish because she only wanted her happiness to equal mine. So I walked away.
But then death knocked on her door. I cried, she cried, she was humbled, I was humbled, she forgave and I forgot. We returned to each other ready to embrace each other. She celebrated with me my good times and wiped my tears through the bad. She was mommy again and I was her daughter.
I came out of hospital with my baby. The operation prevented me from doing much. I was a mother but in desperate need of my own. This time I watched helpless and unable to do much for myself. I watched in admiration as she sped past me cooking, cleaning whilst nursing and meeting my every need. She belittled my own efforts that I thought were worthy of a round of applause.
I want to be like her, leaving a warm feeling with everyone once they meet her. Leave them feeling loved and valued by little tokens of love. No one left with an empty belly or an empty hand. I love her, my mother , and now I want to be just like her. Thats my ‘mommy ambition’.