This post is about Asma. This post is about how Asma does things; her way. This post is about how Asma in her concern for the fitness of the family will insist on holding onto your hand, forcing you on walks along with her, as she awkwardly plods along; looking up and giving you encouraging grins, as if to say, “You’re doing very well!”. This post is about how Asma opens her mouth wide and licks you in a fit of ebullient love and about how she attempts to pull out your nose and ears just to make sure they’re not phonies. This post is about how Asma bullies her aunt; I don’t know why :P. This post is about how Asma skirts her way around the drain in the kitchen after being taught by her dear, dear grandmother that one doesn’t touch the drain and the drain is ‘chee baah’. This post is about how Asma and Daddy are the bestest-estest-est friends. This post is about how Asma should be kept away from folded clothes or watch her as she flings pile after pile into the air; flying free like a bird. This post is about how Asma loves open fridges and wardrobes and staring at herself in the mirror. This post is about good Asma and not naughty, bad Basma. This post is about Asma hating caps, bands, etc. on her head; how do we expect her hair to breathe under all that fuss?!? Silly us! This post is about how Asma is better than you in climbing down beds. This post is about my shaaani shaiiinai laadooo Asma, alhumdulillahi rabbil ‘aalameen.

Ya Allah grant my Asma goodness of character and make her heart rich in eman. Ya Allah grant her good health and a happy disposition. Ya Allah place love and understanding in our bond and protect it. Allahumma ameen.

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