First Trimester – The Beginning of Our Greatest Blessing As I write this, I am already 27 weeks pregnant, and my heart is filled with nothing but gratitude. Alhamdulillah, Allah has blessed us with the opportunity to become parents, and every single day I thank Him for entrusting us with our precious little one. To our baby, thank you so much for coming into our lives. Even though we haven't met you yet, you have already changed our world in the most beautiful way. Our journey began in early February. At first, I developed a sore throat and a mild fever. The doctor assured me that there was nothing to worry about, but deep inside I felt that something was different. Day by day, my body became weaker, and I also realized that my period was late. We decided to buy a pregnancy test just to make sure. One early morning, before Fajr prayer, I took the test. To my surprise, two red lines appeared. I immediately showed it to my husband, but we were both unsure because one of the lines w...
I never imagined the ache and the joy of teaching would find me again from the sidelines, a warmth that bloomed not from standing at the front of a classroom but from the small, luminous corners of my life where my husband and his students live. For a while I stepped back from the daily rhythm of lesson plans and school bells; I thought that by taking a break I would leave a part of myself behind, that the quiet of no longer grading papers or hearing the chorus of teenage voices would slow the pulse that teaching had long given me. Instead, that pulse found new life through him — my husband, a secondary math teacher and the devoted homeroom teacher of Year 7 Sapphire at Naypyitaw International School of Acumen. Through his stories, his worries, his laughter, and the little rituals of family life we share, I was reminded that teaching is not merely a job but a way of being: patient, curious, tender, and endlessly hopeful. Watching him prepare for school, listening to his late-night reco...