Being Mrs. Kubra, Me, Me, Me

To all the children I hold close to my heart…

Ten months before I upped and moved to Qatar, I lost my first child in a miscarriage. After 4 years and 500 failed attempts at writing this without sounding cliché or cringe, here I am on my 31st birthday, ready to embrace the cringe. This has been a long time coming. * We're living through… Continue reading To all the children I hold close to my heart…

Me, Me, Me

CORONAVIRUS: an update from this side of the world

“My immune system is so rubbish, I bet I’ll be the first person to contract Corona. I bet ya I’ll be the reason our school closes.” Well. It’s all fun and games and ha ha ha until you suddenly feel feverish and your boss sends you home early, and on the way home you almost… Continue reading CORONAVIRUS: an update from this side of the world

Being Mrs. Kubra

A snapshot of a journey in teaching…

See, ever since I could talk and read and write, I wanted to be a teacher. Everything I did revolved around teaching, and from what little my parents recall about me, I was a bilingual, fluent chatterbox with an overflowing imagination. What better way to channel it all than to teach? My cousins still remember… Continue reading A snapshot of a journey in teaching…

31 Day Challenge October

Day 27: a ‘battle’ lost

I feel like today's prompt word is a sick joke I played on myself (cue the DJ Khaled memes). Either that or this October challenge was truly meant to be. I'm making fun of it now because after two years of living in quietude, I feel like I can talk about it as if it… Continue reading Day 27: a ‘battle’ lost