Eleven months le viagra est il en vente libre.

That’s how long it’s been since my first post.  I’ve toyed with the idea of writing again; fleeting flirtations behind a niqaab; half-baked sentences, clichéd and painful, but nothing resembling a real post.

I’ve mainly been engaged with the act of survival in the face of Rahma.  She came, she saw, she conquered all in her quiet, demanding way.  Ultimately, I placed the blog with her name on a pedestal; felt I couldn’t write unless it was something deep and profound, unless it was meaningful.  I had visions in my head of etching the beauty of motherhood onto the face of the internet, spreading the good word of Rahma, but all I was doing was avoiding doing what I should: just write. Throw it all down and send it out into the world.

It won’t be pretty, it won’t be profound, I can’t even promise it’ll be good. But it’ll happen. God-willing.