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…

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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

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“Miss, where’s the model answer?’ syndrome’: a reflection on TEFL

I've often toyed with the idea of setting up a second blog dedicated to resources on teaching English. Whenever a lesson just clicks or a strategy works wonders, I think about sharing it so others can benefit too. Heaven knows how much I've relied and continue to rely on TES and teacher blogs during major… Continue reading “Miss, where’s the model answer?’ syndrome’: a reflection on TEFL

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The 7 phases of *this* teacher’s summer vacay

Phase 1 After wishing away the whole year, summer is finally here and I'm feeling like I could probably continue working for another half term. Unlike the UK, Qatari schools usually break up in June and resume mid-August and we get some extra time off when the two Eids fall during term time. Anyhoo, I've… Continue reading The 7 phases of *this* teacher’s summer vacay

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Life of a teacher: a play of one scene

11.30 p.m. Teacher: I've finally finished marking. I'm going to bed okay? Spouse: Okay love you. Teacher: Love you too. 1.30 a.m. Teacher: Your homework is there. Spouse: (from behind the closed door) Hey are you awake? Teacher: Yes...I'm finishing my work. I'm finishing this. Spouse: Didn't you finish your work ages ago? Teacher: No… Continue reading Life of a teacher: a play of one scene

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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…

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Back to work

It's been exactly 12 days since we returned to Qatar and things are going great, ma sha' Allah, ma sha' Allah! I've been back at work this week and you'd best believe I'm currently like the minion on the left with my perfectly coordinated outfits, hair done, and matching snazzy earrings. Even though I know… Continue reading Back to work

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Ma’a Salama (Goodbye)

​As teachers all around the world will know, sometimes it feels like the world might very well end but the academic year won't. The days drag on, piles of paperwork continue appearing out of thin air and the only thing propelling you onward is 'The Last Day'. We spend so much of our careers wishing… Continue reading Ma’a Salama (Goodbye)

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I removed my hijab…

I said I wouldn't do it. I said it made me feel uneasy, naked. But... Two weeks ago, I began suffering from a searing headache exasperated further by working long hours at computer screens and fewer hours of sleep each night (must be delayed jet-lag?). It lasted a week. Combing, washing, drying, and fixing up… Continue reading I removed my hijab…