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Faith, Family, and 120-Egg Grocery Hauls: Finding the Calm in the House of Twelve.

The Heart of the House

As-salaamu alaikum. I am Umm Abdallah. I am a mother of ten, a wife of 20+ years, and a woman who has learned that survival mode is a season, but Barakah is a lifestyle.

My motherhood journey spans an entire generation. My eldest is twenty-one, and my youngest is still finding his way. For over two decades, I have navigated the beautiful, loud, and sometimes overwhelming symphony of a family of twelve—from the early days of newborn diapers to the complex world of young adulthood.

If you’ve ever felt your identity being slowly submerged under the weight of laundry, endless meal prep, and the logistical operation of a massive household—you are in the right place. I started this space because I realized I had a story to tell. Not just as a “mom,” but as a woman reclaiming her voice.

“I am more than the logistics of twelve people. I am a woman rediscovering her own roots, and I invite you to find yours along with me.”

What We’re Planting Here

Pull up a chair. Whether you are navigating Riyadh, Sharjah, or anywhere in between, these are the reflections I’ve gathered along the way:

  • Memoirs of Resilience: Personal stories from the front lines of the pandemic—from the “Shollu fi rihalikum” Adhan to the adrenaline of an unplanned home birth.
  • The Hashimoto’s Diaries: An honest look at “The Slow Disappearing”—my fight against medical gaslighting and reclaiming my body from autoimmune disease.
  • Grounded Perspectives: Finding meaning in the classics (like rewatching Titanic at 1:00 AM) and viewing pop culture through a soulful, Muslim lens.
  • Motherhood Across the Ages: Reflections on parenting everyone from toddlers to young men, and finding the quiet blessings in a very loud house.

A Note to the Weary Mother

“Should I just accept feeling like this?” I asked myself that question for years. I thought being “bone-tired” was simply the price of my fifth, eighth, and tenth pregnancies. I thought brain fog was my new “normal.”

But I’ve learned that our roots go deeper than our exhaustion. Whether you are an expat far from home or a mother fighting an invisible illness, I hope these words remind you that you are seen.

Your story matters. Your health matters. And your voice is still there, waiting to be found.

Let’s Connect

The kids are (hopefully) asleep, the house is quiet for a moment, and the screen is glowing. Grab a cup of tea, and let’s talk about the things that matter.