Carrying Three Worlds: A Single Mom’s Story

I often get asked: “How do you do it all?”
How do I mother two boys, study full-time, and run a business?
The truth is—I don’t do it all. At least not in the way people imagine.

There’s no neat balance, no perfect routine.
There’s only me, moving between chaos and purpose, doing my best with what I have.

Motherhood: My First Calling

My boys are the center of everything. They are my anchor, my compass, my reason for every sacrifice. Being a single mom means I carry it all—bedtime stories and scraped knees, late-night worries and morning rushes.

Some days I feel stretched thin, but then I see their smiles, hear their laughter, and suddenly the weight feels worth it. They don’t just give me love—they remind me of the amanah (trust) Allah gave me. Motherhood is my first calling, and through them I serve.

School: The Climb

Graduate school demands every ounce of energy I don’t already give away. Assignments, deadlines, endless reading. But I push through—because I know what this degree means for my future and theirs.

I’ve written papers at midnight with tired eyes.
I’ve highlighted textbooks between stirring dinner.
I’ve prepared presentations in my car while my kids were at Arabic school—my laptop balanced on my knees, my heart balancing even more.

It’s not easy, but every class I finish is another step up the mountain. And I climb it not just for me, but for the two little boys watching me from below.

Business: The Dream I Built

My art studio is more than a job—it’s my dream made real. It’s the colors, the canvases, the families who walk in burdened and walk out lighter. It’s the way art heals, teaches, and connects.

But it’s also long nights of planning, endless emails, and showing up for clients even when I’m drained. It’s my livelihood, yes, but it’s also a form of ibadah (worship)—a way to serve my community through the gift Allah has placed in my hands.

The Fear Beneath the Strength

What people don’t always see is the fear that hides beneath the strength. I can run a business, raise two boys, and earn a degree—but the thought of opening my heart again? That can feel even harder. Because strength has been my survival. Vulnerability means risk. And yet, deep down, I know Allah didn’t create us to walk this world alone.

The Reward

And yet—there are moments that remind me why I carry it all.

When my sons whisper, “Mama, you’re amazing.”
When I finish a project I thought I couldn’t manage.
When a family leaves my studio glowing from the joy of creating together.

These moments are not just victories. They are signs of Allah’s mercy—proof that He blesses even the tired steps, the late nights, the quiet tears. Proof that I am not just surviving—I am fulfilling a purpose.

The Truth

People often ask me if I would ever want to get married again.

And the answer is—yes. Because I am a true believer in family. Family is everything. Allah created us in pairs, and a woman was never meant to walk this life alone.

But after carrying so much on my own, I know this: the man who enters my life must be deserving. Deserving of me, of my boys, of the world I’ve built with my own two hands. He must come with real masculinity—grounded in faith, integrity, love, and protection.

Not to complete me, but to be my partner in building a family rooted in love and faith. To stand with me through the weight of life, offering strength where I bend. Not to take away my strength, but to wrap it in protection and honor.

Because I believe in marriage, in love, in partnership. But I also believe in never settling for less than what Allah intends: a union that lifts, protects, and builds.

And when the time is right, my boys will see that their mother opened her heart only to a man worthy of sharing our story.

The Conclusion

Being a single mom of two boys, a full-time graduate student, and a business owner is not just a story of survival—it is a story of faith. Every challenge I face, every role I carry, is part of the purpose Allah has written for me.

I believe that life is not meant to be easy; it is meant to be meaningful. My motherhood, my studies, my business—all of it is a trust, a responsibility, and a chance to serve. To serve my children, to serve my community, and to serve Allah by using the gifts He has given me.

My strength is not my own—it is sustained by faith. My purpose is not only to build a business or earn a degree, but to raise two boys with values, resilience, and love. To stand as a reminder that women can carry heavy loads with dignity when their intention is pure and their heart is tied to Allah.

And when the right man enters our life, he will join not just me—but the mission I live by. A mission of family, of faith, of building, and of serving.

This is my story as a single mom. A story not of perfection, but of perseverance. Not of loneliness, but of trust. Not of brokenness, but of wholeness rooted in Allah.

Because at the end of the day, everything I do—every late night, every sacrifice, every prayer—is for Him, for my boys, and for the purpose I was created to fulfill.