The heat hit – like someone opened the oven door. Nothing brings relief. We’re showering a lot and trying to find the coolest place in the house. The garden is best enjoyed at night when temperatures fall to the low 20*s.
The jasmine is making sitting outside at iftar extra beautiful. We planted this after the Manchester bomb to remember the victims; it quickly became our ‘peace tree’ to remember all those affected by hate and violence. There is too much to feel over-whelmed by in this world; in my lowest moments I still believe in the power to plant seeds and add light to the world.
Inside, we are twinkling up the house as we work towards Eid. Such a small thing which makes my two boys grin from ear to ear.
I’m holding them a little tighter these days.