You Did This to Yourself

“You did this to yourself”. The words echoed painfully in my ears as they slowly entered my system. I was just sitting, taking a breath after work before I’d head home and start my everyday routine as a mom of a 3 year old. I didn’t ask for comments, for judgement, and least of all…

What we don’t tell our kids…

There’s a lot that parents don’t tell their kids when they grow up. This is a thought that I have been going over for days now. Growing up I always had this lovely, flowery idea of myself as a child: that I was a kind, considerate, helpful, always-smiling semi-angel. And most of this perception was…

Where I am at now…

Wow. It has been a while. I can’t even describe the relief I am experiencing the very moment I opened an empty file to start writing out what has been going on these past months. Writing has always, without exaggeration, been a source of relief for me, whether it was writing in my tiny plastic…

It’s not a mess

Who doesn’t want to wake up every day to a picturesque, Pinterest-like of a home with everything tucked in nice and neat in cute boxes and with no toys or bread crumbs on the floor and most of the cups and plates in the cupboards where they belong? I believe it is unnecessary to even…

Goodbye, Cairo University

Yesterday, Tuesday the 23rd of April, I attended the very last lectures of my undergraduate university studies. The realization that four entire years have passed with the same routine, lectures, study, exams, summer, go back and repeat is just a bit overwhelming. I have to admit that there have been days that I have wished…

Reviewing 2018

It is hard to even begin thinking of how I would be able to put this year into words. But if I had to choose one word, just one word to describe, symbolize, and represent this past year, I’d say healing. Carrying a baby for 9 months and eventually giving birth to him was the…

Suspended in Between

Very often I’m asked here in Egypt whether I miss Finland or home generally. Yes, without doubt I do. I do miss home in its conceptual meaning. But as in missing home as one single place or entity somewhere with certain people in there, no I don’t. And that is because I’ve never had such,…

Welcome on board!

Hello everyone and welcome to my blog! This post will be sort of an introductory one, just so you know who I am and what kind of content you’ll be finding here! My name is Halima Mohamed Ali. I was born to a Finnish mother and an Egyptian father in Helsinki, Finland. I’m now 22 years old…