Moments of Wonder and Ponder

 Assalamualykum everyone! It's Khadijah here. It was quite long ago when this event happened as we consistently postponed sharing the story with you all, however, it's never too late as we find it so special in our hearts!  It all started when my sister went with our ummi and grandmother to visit our cousins, I stayed home as there wasn't enough space to accommodate me. I gave my sister the chance to go even though we both wanted to meet our cousins.  After everyone left, I was studying for a long time until around afternoon time I heard the gate opening; as I went downstairs my sister came running up to me in an abnormal jovial mood, to my surprise she had brought a … squirrel! I was more than delighted - we both immediately ran up and put the pot in which the squirrel was in (it was closed) in our room and then my sister told me the story behind bringing the animal home. Turns out this squirrel was caught and injured by our cousin's cat - Alex - and had been paralyzed...

 The house was located on the left side of a small, narrow street, where both sides were fully overgrown with an abundance of wild trees, grass, and weeds - it was as though they were all neglected properties being left for years.  The two-storied house itself was small, it had a triangular-shaped roof, a dirty, muddy, rusted colour on the cracked walls that seemed to collapse. A rusted roof falling apart with holes in it all over it, windows were not too small, there were three of them, all closed with a plank from the inside. The entrances were on the ground floor, the doors by themselves not present; a dark purplish wall could be overseen through the inside, rubble was heaped in the entrance of one of them and the grassy weeds prevented anyone from stepping in. One of the three windows were on the up floor, a door with a tiny balcony in front of it, some plank that had fallen was stuck in-between the balcony and door- as if it was thrown away by the furious wind. Thin and g...

 A descriptive text from the perspective of a little child as he is taken with his grandfather to a forest in the village, in search of the witch who is supposed to cure everybody's problems and sicknesses. It was in an overgrown, dim forest, at the corner of it a vague shadowy hut was overseen. The path had been created perhaps through the years of carriages and people passing by it, there weren't any huts around the forest -  so we assumed it would be the one we were in search of. Close by, I could sense I didn't belong there, I felt like grabbing my grandad's hand and darting out. It was a tiny odd-shaped muddy-coloured hut, with a cluster of palm leaves placed above it to form a secure roof, uneven, rough, mud walls surrounding it - fully covered in moss that made it look awfully damp and enough to collapse on one of us. Trudging toward the hut, I tiptoed continuously, as red ants scampered all along the path vigorously trying to capture a bite from my feet. All I c...

 ٱلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ This is another book nook we made inspired by our  first one , the idea was originally by Khadijah and we just love how it turned out! Alhammdulilah We tried to make it look as elegant and neat as possible,  in order to achieve that look we thought gold would go well.                                            The mic was created with an earbud, we cut the lower part in order that it wouldn't be  too long and attached a tiny circle of brown foam so it can stand, then we painted the upper part black so that it would look similar to a mic. The door was from an earbud set's lid. The name of this mosque is مسجد الإحسان (Masjid Al Ihsan). .. All the tiny adorable Arabic calligraphy  was done by Hanah, mashaAllah. Alhamdulilah! We are super happy to realize that everything was totally handmade  and we are very...

   ٱلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ It's  Khadijah here, Today I have another exciting craft I customized recently. Recently, as I was walking into a craft shop I noticed an ordinary yet cute set of pen holders lying on the shelf, and we both fell in love with them immediately - knowing that we could customize them and we pictured how they would look! Here's how they looked initially :  They were adorable clearly, but the animals had all facial details making them impermissible to display. Thus, I came up with the idea of night and sunrise themed: the starry/night themed one is the cat pen holder, as cats are up at night whilst the sunrise one is the  giraffe  pen holder as giraffes graze and are up early morning. Here's the after :                                 Alhammdulilah, the pen holders look so cute on our desks and really add colour to our space. That's it for today, until next ti...

Assalamualykum everyone! It's Hanah here.  Recently, a friend suggested the idea of making a book nook together, we had never heard of that name and it sounded interesting to us and so we got motivated to create one.  After two days of crafting together, Alhammdulilah this is how it turned out to be! The name 'KASHA' is the initials and second letters of three of our names, We didn't use store-bought accessories, instead, we crafted and designed the furniture and décor. The adorable mini food on the shelves was crafted by our talented cousin, using polymer clay. Here is it on the bookshelf : The charming food served on the table was made by our friend, it includes a pizza, a slice of it and spaghetti with meatballs (Though she's a vegetarian!). We hope you got inspired and motivated to create something like this as well.  ‏اَلسَلامُ عَلَيْكُم وَرَحْمَةُ اَللهِ وَبَرَكاتُهُ‎

 My nightmare landscape :   It was almost difficult to see through the murky, dull overcast. My eyes flickered. I tried to concentrate - my body didn't feel balanced and my brain was foggy. The ground was vast, full of withered greyish leaves, pilled up, thick brawny roots creeped through, they looked as if they had hands that would appear to reach me out - with those long rooty fingers, and grab me through. I stumbled. Tried to clench one of the old, sturdy barks.  A path had been made through, as long as my eyes could foresee - I tried to follow it faithfully. A bitter, cold breeze swirled through the landscape, uplifting every leaf below -  strands of the hairs on my skin straightened. Onto the right of the path a tire swing was tied to one of the trees - it was swinging, in obscure patterns. Blocking the pathway - a humungous, withered, ancient brown tree was leaning over, about to collapse in a jiff. I crouched my back and crept under as the leaves tickled ...