Naeem's Blog

Humza’s been a bit under the weather lately with a runny nose and the sort. He’s not yet learned how to efficiently blow his nose, so he’ll take a tissue and wipe his nose once and then throw it to the side. After a few minutes, you’ll see him next to a pile of barely used tissues all crumpled up. He can literally go through an entire tissue box in less than a day.

I finally got fed up with him and yelled, ‘Humza! Stop wasting these tissues. You think they grow on trees?!’

Smart-aleck Maryam looks up and says, ‘But Abujee, tissues *do* come from trees.’

Flustered, I quickly reply, ‘Fine, but that’s not my point...’

Humza interrupts with a confused look, ‘Tissues grow on trees?’

Maryam continues in her Ms. Know-it-all voice, 'Tissues are made of paper and paper comes from trees. Right, Abujee?'

'Cool', says Humza as he wipes his nose with another tissue from the box.

Throwing my hands up in the air, I walk away mumbling to myself, ‘You kids may have won this round...'

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Just for fun (and moreso, to irk my wife), I wanted to see how my kids would react to the topic of polygyny. I first asked Maryam how she would act if her husband wanted to marry another wife.

She replied, 'He better make sure to take care of me...or else.'

Interesting response...I think there is some sort of osmosis phenomenon going on between her and her mother.

Then I turned to Humza and asked if he would ever get married twice. Without even thinking, he blurted, 'No way!' Puzzled, I asked how come.

(His exact words) 'They are too hard.'

'Strong within you, the force is, young Skywalker,' I thought proudly.

No doubt about it here, folks...there is definitely osmosis between me and him.