https://drshahira.com/25-facts-cloth-diapering-taught-me/I have been hooked onto cloth diapers even before my baby was born. My initial attraction towards them was because of their beautiful prints and hence another accessory to match with my baby’s frocks. Let’s say, I went a wee bit overboard with my addiction which has been successfully curbed…Continue reading Cloth diapering resources in Doha (Qatar)
For a few weeks now, I have been helping my parents pack up from our home in Mesaieed. To be precise, bits and pieces of my childhood are either thrown away, given to charity, sent for recycling or in a cardboard box waiting to be flown back to our home…Continue reading Expat Childhood in the Middle East
As a new mother, one of the wonderful things I discovered was the highly happening place called Facebook Groups. I learnt about attachment parenting and natural parenting there. I learnt kitchen hacks and Montessori activities for infants. Also I made friends with new mothers who had the same ideals as I…Continue reading Facebook Parenting Groups (Qatar & India based)
In the summer of 2015, when I was heavily pregnant and waddling through Gulf Mall, unsure and confused of what to buy for the newborn from all the checklist I had come across, I had decided I will make a minimalist guide for newborn baby shopping. (Yeah, this post have…Continue reading Minimalist guide to new born baby essentials shopping + FREE printable
I love IKEA. Living in the near vicinity of IKEA Qatar, many a weekend night-time strolls are in this home furnishing centre. I was quite excited to see their new catalogue release advertisement all over the place and went to look out for all the new kids stuff. I…Continue reading New IKEA Children’s Products – 2016
Ramadan 16, 1437. June 21,2016 Ramadan of the past. Growing up in Doha, Ramadan has always been a ‘festival’. The entire place has a transformation. There is really an aura of peace and tranquillity. In our household of six, Ramadan is always the favourite month of the year. There…Continue reading Ramadan of my childhood
April is International Caesarean Awareness month. Just hours after my Csection, I heard one of the first demeaning comments about ‘ladies who have C section’. And so it increased from there. Amongst the Indian mindset, it makes a girl less of a woman if she had a C section. She…Continue reading Caesarean Awareness Month
Now that our baby is 7 months old and I am out of the pregnancy craziness/initial sleep deprived days and all the roller-coaster confusion days of newborn, we look forward to weekends on either having a road trip or exploring any part of Qatar we haven’t been to. I have…Continue reading Tourist spots and activities in Qatar
Your baby spikes up a fever of 39°C at 1 AM in the night. What do you do? Voila! Pediatric emergencies to the rescue. Qatar is well endowed with Pediatric Emergency Centres in almost all the corners. The main Pediatric Emergency is located at Al-Sadd. Quite busy but well equipped.…Continue reading Pediatric emergency centres – Qatar
Qatar is the place where… I spent my childhood. My brother was born. I did my schooling. I made forever friends. I had opportunities to fine tune my public speaking skills. I got my first works published in a newspaper as a child(Peninsula/Gulf times). I spent every vacation during college…Continue reading Qatar.
Growing up, my house did not know the meaning of silence. 2 studious girls who did their daily lessons by reading loudly. 2 hyperactive boys who always had to play football or watch cartoon. Not to forget, the cat and dog fights for everything from the TV remote to the…Continue reading Silence of my home
Place where I grew up : Doha, Qatar Class gradation and caste differences was something I was not aware of during my childhood days. Everyone had the same Staedtler Pencil and Faber Castell Colour Pencils. It was assumed everyone was from reasonably well-to-do families. Some of our neighbours were from…Continue reading A city and a village.
Today morning, I was surrounded by the lush greenery By night, I am in the desert. Morning, I was braving the heat. By night, the cold chills my bone. Morning, I was dreading the 30kg luggage limit By night, I was dreading the last-bag-on-the-baggage-carousel fate. Morning, I was in my…Continue reading Hometown to home