Alhamdulillah, many perks come with aging; like contentment and I am very content with my story.
In this series, I hope to share and normalize my very dynamic blended family. The first segment of this series will outline the beginning, then I will move on to either my mothers or fathers side of the family, whichever comes first.
You may be thinking, my family structure is not an ordinary one because it wouldn’t be if I am writing an entire series on it, right? But, Alhamdulillah, we are as ordinary as it gets; Me and all my 17 (I think I counted correctly loooool) siblings either share a mother or a father and I am the only child from my mom and dad.
So, I have an older sister from my moms’ side, her father died, May Allah have mercy on his soul and grant him the highest level of paradise. My older sister is probably the only person from my moms’ side who minds people knowing our story when its kinda obvious as none of us look alike but we are all BLOOD. I kinda get her frustration, I mean during our first Ramadan in Edmonton, a random girl approached her after Taraweeh and openly said “you’re Zainab’s step-sister, right?”, like who says that?? Haha, for that girls information, I am everyone’s HALF SISTER but that’s alhamdulillah not how our mom raised us because our existence is not shameful nor is it haram, so inshallah my sister will grow out of it.
Anyways, next came Zainab. Whooooooo, right? The life of the party? Quite the contrary, I was the troublemaker, the black sheep and now oddly, the advisor. We know that everything that happens is for the best, right? So, my parents got divorced when I was less than a year old. Alhamdulillah. I wholeheartedly believe that this arrangement was for the best because look at me now. I love the me of today, plus, I wouldn’t have this particular arrangement to share.
It may come off as a surprise to those who are close with their fathers, that I am not; well not with my biological dad anyway. I never grew up with him because sometimes when parents get divorced, mothers usually end up raising their children while some fathers, if they are one of the ‘good ones’ (as I was told when I was younger) financially support their child. I think that’s the easier route for them but Alhamdulillah, it’s definitely better than nothing. During my lifetime, I’ve only met my biological for a total of my one months; 2 weeks when I was 9 and 2 weeks when I was 21 mainly because my mom really wants me to have a relationship with him when it’s the hardest thing in the world. I bet she would be proud to hear that we beat our 2 minutes telephone conversation to a 3-minute, a few days ago. So yay us. :)
in the comment section below, let me know:
if you have any questions and I will try to incorporate it into this series
if you or anyone you know can relate to my blended family and what are your thoughts.