~And The Countdown Begins...~

aSalaam uAlaikum and Good Evening My Stylish Sisters...

Recently my preggy brain has given away to full-blown mush, my body aches have turned into all out preggo pains, and my patience has dropped into the negatives.

Ahhhhhh the joys of motherhood!  :)

Alhamdulillah, I actually truly love being a mother.  But, as we've talked about before, I do NOT truly love being pregnant.  That is why I am actually ecstatic to say that the final countdown has begun!  Only three more weeks until my scheduled c-section insh'Allah.  Now, if I can only convince the little stinker to stick it out that long.

The other evening I was chatting with my amazing mother in law about all things pregnancy related, and we started to discover that every single woman that we know has had either all of her kids early, or all of her kids late.  I was very curious to find out if this was just a coincedence and asked my doctor who confirmed that his is quite common.  She said that women's bodies deal with pregnancy in different ways, and if you have your first child before the due date, chances are high that you will also have any future children early as well.

Which is especially scary for me, considering I am at 36 weeks, and my daughter was born at 37. 

ACK! I am NOT ready yet!  The hubster and I still need to get a baby bath, bottles, a pump, more receiving blankets, and the list goes on and on! 

Mentally, though, I am more than ready to get this show on the road.  I am so excited to see my daughter learn to love her little sister as I know she will.  I'm waiting with anticipation to feel those tiny fingers wrap around my finger, to watch her sleep on her baba's chest as her big sister did when she was tiny, and to experience all of those "firsts" as a family, not just as a couple.

Alhamdulillah my handsome husband has finally chosen a name for our newest princess, although I won't reveal it until she has made her appearance.  In fact my daughter has chosen a name too:  "Buka buka".  I am pretty certain we will go with her father's choice instead, but I wouldn't be suprised if Buka buka stuck around as a nickname for years to come.  (Won't she just LOVE her older sister for that one?)

You named me WHAT?

We chose a much more simple cradle than we were originally looking at, mainly because once I started seeing more gliding cradles that had wheels I fell in love with the thought of being able to wheel her into a different room while she was sleeping in case my daughter's tamborine playing, Old MacDonald singing, or general two-year-old activities became too loud.  Here is what we chose from Babi Italia.

To coordinate with our brown and blue bedding, and my daughter's brown, pink, and blue bedding we chose this beautiful sheet set from CoCalo:

I also absolutely adore the mobile that we ended up getting on Amazon.com.  I think it is sooo cute, and coordinates with the bedding well, while being much more interesting than the boring hearts mobile that was supposed to match the bedding we got.

And did I mention before how excited I am to start wearing high heels again?  I can't begin to explain how much I have missed my pretty platforms, stunning stilettos, and wondrous wedges.  In fact, my loving husband has promised me a shoe shopping trip as soon as I'm up for it, because he knows how much I've pined away for my days in high heels. 

*sigh*

So, on that note:  Let the countdown begin!  Two weeks, six days, seven hours, and forty-five minutes until I can hold my newest blessing in my arms, introduce her to her beautiful big sister, and enjoy being a new mommy of two amazing Muslimettes.  Alhamdulillah for everything!  May Allah swt guide them and protect them always, and provide me with the strength, the knowledge, and the patience to be the best mommy to them that I can be.

Ameen.

Ma'Salaama and Keep On Counting!

(Not So) Fashionably Yours,

The (Get Me Outta These Flats!) Mujahada in Prada

~The New Hair Craze: Feathers! (and I don't mean Farrah Fawcett style)~

aSalaam uAlaikum and Good (very early) Morning My Stylish Sisters!

I am sitting here pouring myself a cup of green tea (trying to cut back on coffee) relaxing after a late-night girly session of feathering my cousin's hair.  By feathering in no way do I mean those gigantic, fly-away hair styles that Charlie's Angels made popular in the seventies.  I mean actual feathers. 

Yes....from birds.

Like....tweet tweet.

It's the newest and hottest craze here for hair in the United States, and I actually think it's pretty cool.  It's much less harmful to your hair than putting in highlights, and they can be taken out at any time.  The feathers are available in any color under the sun, and are easy enough to put in at home with a little patience and the right tools.  Here are a few pictures of celebrities and other ladies who have opted for these sweet little accessories:

Kesha-The Original Feather-er Herself

A More Dramatic Feathery Look

More Subdued Feather Effect 

(similar to what I did tonight)

Look At All The Pretty Colors!!

Hair Feathering Kit

When properly inserted, these fancy filligrees can stay put for a little over a month, even with washing and drying of the hair.  The coolest thing about them (IMO) is that if you have a formal event, job interview, funeral, etc. suddenly come up you can easily remove them, and then put them back in later.  For those sisters who wear hijab it's an inexpensive way to add a touch of sass to your hair for a women's-only event or an extra special evening with the hubby!

Now, I must admit one thing.  I am personally a little freaked out by birds.  I'm not sure, but I think it may stem from some trauma I endured as a young child discovering that my two beloved parakeets had been mauled by a relative's dog.  I can still picture the feathers scattered throughout the room, and I've never been able to own a pet bird since.  I would also be curious to make sure that all of these feathers that are being used to adorn all these ladies updos are come by in an ethical and safe manner for the birds.  Those two issues aside, I really do adore the look.

So...for those ladies who want to jump on the bandwagon and get their own funky feathers, you can go to dohairextensions.com for all of the supplies you need, including beads, a crimper, a threader, and the feathers themselves.

So, what do you fabulous fashionistas think?  Is this a fad you can see yourself following?  I'd love to hear your comments!

For the time being, I'm off to finish my tea and roll my preggy belly into bed.

Ma'Salaama and Happy Feathering!

Fashionably Yours,

The (tweet! tweet!) Mujahada in Prada

~Subhan'Allah! It's Been Two Months?~

aSalaam uAlaikum and Jummah Mubarak My Stylish Sisters!

Where have you been for so long???

Oh wait....

Yes, I forgot, it's been ME who has been missing in action *oops*

Well, my amazing Muslimahs, I am sorry if my absence has caused you distress.  Although I'm quite sure you have all been perfectly well without me and my preggy brain I must confess there have been numerous times I have logged on with every intention of posting something exciting and entertaining and earth-shattering....only to feel that I, in fact, had nothing interesting to say at all.

Alhamdulillah since my last post I am happy to announce that my handsome hubster and I did quite a bit of redecorating of our apartment, bought a car, and have been busily preparing for the arrival of another beautiful baby girl in April insh'Allah.  I am extremely fat and uncomfortable at this point (ah the joys of pregnancy!) and am literally counting down the days until I can start wearing high heels again.  We are also holding an on-going debate about names for the baby (any suggestions?) as well as searching high and low for the perfect bassinett/cradle to suit both of our tastes.

Other than that life has been quite uneventful, which I guess I should be grateful for after reading a few other sister's blogs/FB statuses/tweets about their ongoing dramas.  And this, my stylish sisters, is why I haven't updated you lately.

I am so sorry.

Really.

And that is why I am posting this very quick, very BLAH update for you all until I am able to spend the time (and what little brain power I have at the moment) writing a more interesting post.

So, until then....insh'Allah all is well with you lovely ladies and your families.

Ma'Salaama and See You Soon!

Boringly Yours,
The (yawn!) Mujahada in Prada

~Belly Bumps and Haircuts and Hanukka.....Oh My!~

CAUTION:  EXTREME RANDOM-NESS AHEAD....READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

aSalaam uAlaikum and Good Evening My Stylish Sisters!

Maybe it's my pregnant belly and overly hormonal brain, or maybe I'm just using that as an excuse, but my trains of thought have been running off the tracks at all stations lately.

I can think of numerous times within the last couple of months where I have had to start a story at least three times before I could actually finish it.  In fact, not so long ago I was telling my hubster about a close friend of mine who I had gone to college with, and when he asked me what her name is I couldn't even remember!  The humiliation of actually having to look her up in my contacts on my cell phone was too much for me to handle.

I've read different theories about why pregnant gals get so scatterbrained, everything ranging from increased levels of hormones, to baby production using up any available intelligence.  But I honestly still don't understand it.  As if being pregnant wasn't complicated enough, we also have to suffer through the embarrassment of frequent Freudian slips, constantly misplaced house keys, and totally bizarre daydreams.  Alhamdulillah for the ability to have kids, don't get me wrong, BUT lately it has gotten to the point that I have even *gasp*
LOST MY DESIRE TO SHOP!

Yes...it's true.  As most of you fabulous fashionistas know, I am on another vacation visiting family.  My Chick of Chic-ness....Guru of En-Vogue...Scholar of Shopping (AKA My mom) has tried getting me to splurge on some totally cute clothes since getting here, but once I wedge myself into them and look into the mirror I tend to lose my nerve.  I'd much rather just go buy some adorable dresses for my daughter, than try on more preggo clothes.

I don't mean to sound vain or conceited, those who know me know that I am anything BUT that...alhamdulillah I am so grateful for being able to be a mommy, and I love my baby bump.  I am just not one of those women who relish my new outtie belly button and cankles. 

Speaking of being able to have kids and loving being a mommy, I took my daughter for her very first haircut the other day!  I have to admit I was up almost the whole night before, filled with dread about the screaming, crying, and otherwise bad behavior I was sure would be displayed once she was in that chair. 

 My mom recommended her own totally fabulous hairstylist to cut my daughter's hair, knowing that her very own daughter has crazy curls much like mine.  She assured me that Ms. L would be loving, patient, and knowledgable....and she was so right!  Not only did my daughter bond with her immediately when she showed her how cool the spray bottle was, and how fun a chair complete with hydrolics could be, but she only needed to trim barely an inch off of my daughter's locks to make them look as healthy and lustrous as ever!  She explained that the reason the worst part of my day is when I have to brush my daughter's hair is not because I was a horrible mother (which is the way I feel after a ten minute sob fest with my little one every time I go near her holding a brush) but because we needed to use different products on her curly-q's.  Here were her suggestions:

1.  Use a shampoo sans dyes, perfumes, alcohol, or all that other stuff that's added to most shampoos.  They were stripping her hair of its natural oils, thus causing the curls to become balls of frizz.  Product recommended: Deva Curls No-Poo (like shampoo...but no-poo)

2.  Let her sleep on a satin pillow case.  She explained that cotton naturally wicks away moisture from anything including hair or skin.  I think I, also, will be purchasing a satin pillow case in the hopes it will help me in my dry skin problems.

3.  Instead of a brush, use a large comb with teeth that are set far apart from eachother.  Those brushes that almost everyone uses with the little bulbs on the end of the teeth do nothing to help de-tangle her tight curls, and any natural hair brushes also draw moisture out.

I have tried number one and number three (haven't gotten around to shopping for satin pillowcases yet) and ALHAMDULILLAH hair brushing time has gotten %150 better.  It's still hard to get her to sit still for ten minutes (pretty normal for any two year old) but there aren't nearly as many tears shed by either one of us.  THANK YOU MS. L!

And last, but not least....Hanukka.

Now I KNOW this is truly random, but the other night I was sitting with my family, and my father shared a bit of interesting knowledge with us that I found astounding.  He said that he had been listening to NPR (the national radio station here in the U.S.) and they did a story explaining the history of Hanukka.  According to National Public Radio, Hanukka was actually not even a holiday until after WWII when the increased population of Jewish people in the United States felt left out during the Christmas season, and so they started to celebrate a holiday of their own.  Now, this is definitely a "fact" I'm going to research more, but I found it quite interesting...if it's actually true.  I am not one to bash religious holidays other people celebrate.  In fact living here in the U.S. I absolutely love the Christmas/Hanukka/New Year season for the feeling of frenzied joy and mass marketing that accompanies it.  My family is what I like to call "default Christians" meaning they don't actually practice, hardly even believe, but by default celebrate Christian holidays.  That created a very materialistic view of the holiday season for me both as a child, and into my adult years, and I still hold onto it long after converting to Islam (alhamdulillah!).  I love to go shopping those couple of weeks before Christmas, even if I'm only buying myself some new lotion, or my daughter some shoes, or just an Auntie Anne's pretzel from the food court.  The long lines, packed parking lots, and late night hours add an excitement that I've only ever experienced one other time of year...the night before Eid in Jordan.  Insh'Allah one day I will live in a Muslim country and be able to enjoy this feeling of comradery during my own holiday, but for the moment I see nothing wrong with enjoying the holiday spirit that surrounds me...even if I don't technically celebrate Christmas or Hanukka.

Well...I've probably filled you amazing Muslimahs with enough random-ness for the night.  I would hate for my totally random ramblings to be the cause of any migraines or brain aneurysms or the like, so for now I will wish you a goodnight, and insh'Allah will see you again soon.

Ma'Salaama and Happy Hair-Brushing!

Fashionably Yours,
The (what was this post originally about again?) Mujahada in Prada

~Sabah~

aSalaam uAlaikum and Good Afternoon My Stylish Sisters!

Today I am having a 100% laaazzzyyyy day.  It's not often that I put my foot down, take a stand, and say "No! I'm not going to do dishes, I'm not going to wash clothes, and I'm not going to cook!"  Okay, okay, actually I did do the dishes....but other than that I am determined to spend my day playing with my daughter, watching movies, and snacking on more Danish Butter Cookies than could possibly be healthy.

Last night my husband came home with a new toy for the household, which inspired my lazy day today.  A brand new, internet ready, blue-ray DVD player!  I am not one to rave about technology...when it comes to cell phones as long as I can dial a call I'm happy, and when it comes to TV's I'm usually completely satisfied as long as it's not black and white.

BUT I do have to say I am soooo impressed with this nifty, tiny little box that sits under my TV and magically delivers Netflix, Pandora music, and even Facebook into my living room.  I'm in the middle of watching a movie called "Sabah" about a Muslim woman living in Toronto, Canada who falls in love with a non-Arab, Christian man.

Although I have to admit the movie is entertaining and pretty amusing, I can't help but to keep thinking "Ya Haraam!" every two minutes.  After Sabah has felt stifled by her controlling brother, and total responsibility for her mother for too long, she begins sneaking to the local swimming pool.  These escapades lead her to a meeting with Stephen, and gradually as her love for him grows, her dedication to follow Islam diminishes.

What bothers me the most is that every Islamic guideline that she follows at the start of the movie is somehow shown to be a horrible, unfair restriction on an oppressed woman.  This same attitude is flashed across the TV every evening on the news, and splashed across the front page of the paper almost every day.  The blessings of security, honor, and having a supportive family is turned around into boredom, dowdy-ness, and overbearing relatives. 

Although at the beginning Sabah struggles between her desire to follow her heart, but her sense of responsibility to her family, and her dedication to Islam, she witnesses someone close to her committing an even greater sin than she.  It is almost as if she feels reassured that if this other person can commit something sooo haraam, that perhaps what she is doing is not quite as bad as she thought.  I can't help but think this is often so relevant to all of us.  Although it may be hard to admit, I'm sure we have all been in the position where we felt truly guilty about something we were doing, until we saw someone doing something even worse.  This is an easy trap to fall into...and a very hard one to climb out of.

The funny thing is...no matter how many times I sit here and tell myself I can't bear to watch another minute, I don't want to miss seeing how it ends LOL.  So...I will make the selfless sacrifice to my stylish sisters, and take it upon myself to watch it until the end so as to save all of you from the same fate.  Or...if you insist on watching it, go ahead...but don't forget to leave me a comment and let me know what YOU thought of it!

Ma'Salaama and Happy Lazy Days!

Fashionably Yours,
The (aren't those little pretzel shaped Danish cookies DELICIOUS??) Mujahada in Prada

~Mini Mujahada's Latest Obsession~

aSalaam uAlaikum and Good Evening My Stylish Sisters!

Jummah Mubarak!  Insh'Allah you all have a wonderful weekend with lots of time spent with family and loved ones ahead of you!

I'm spending my Friday evening sitting with the Mini Mujahada (my daughter) watching Princess movies and eating way too many Arabic sweets and coffee (milk for the little one).  Alhamdulillah for simple pleasures like these, I live for quality time with my fashionist-ette doing girly things like this.

I guess it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that my Mini Mujahada has developed a very keen fashion sense and strong personal style for only being two.  I mean, the girl has more shoes than I do (which is saying a lot), and lights up at the idea of going to the mall.  Her latest love is the new Yo Gabba Gabba edition Vans shoes that have been released recently here in the States.  For those of you who have never heard of Yo Gabba Gabba, it's a funky little kids show with lots of dancing, skits, and performances by every type of musical group out there.

The characters (from left) are Plex the Magic Robot, Muno, DJ Lance Rock, Tootie (my daughter's favorite), Brobee, and Foofa.  It's a pretty wacky show, but I like the messages they convey in their skits, and my daughter is absolutely enamored.

Unfortunately when we went to the mall a few days ago they didn't have any of the shoes in her size, and I had to drag my very disappointed and tearful toddler out of the store empty handed.  Tomorrow one of my good friends and I are going to give it another try and search a different mall for a pair, so wish us luck!!  I've decided if worst comes to worst I'll just have to get them off ebay for about $20 more than in the store.  I'm not usually one to go to such lengths to get my daughter something.  I've always made fun of those moms and dads who stand in line for hours trying to get the newest "Tickle Me Elmo" or "Brats" doll.  I guess I must want her to have these cool little shoes as much as she does LOL

Here are the coolest little kicks on the market right now, what do you ladies think?

Pretty funky, huh?

Well, I'm off to gorge myself on more sweets and pour another cup of coffee.  Enjoy your weekend, and wish me luck on the shoe hunt tomorrow!

Ma'Salaama and Yooooooooooo Gabba Gabba!!!

The (Big Kid at Heart) Mujahada in Prada

~Totally Random....Totally Beautiful~

aSalaam uAlaikum and Good Evening My Stylish Sisters...

I know this post is completely random and has nothing to do with my recent rantings about home improvements, but I just came across this picture on a close friend's FB page and HAD to show you ladies...

I'll give you each one chance to guess at who it is....