Yesterday my mom called me from Jeddah and reminded me to light three candles for me, Maya and Mohammed in remembrance of the prophet’s birthday or Milad.

I grew up celebrating this occasion between El Paso and Tripoli. I even had a traditional Libyan outfit I would wear. When I checked the Google search, the Libyan girls in traditional attire looked just like Maya.

🙂 it is a multi-billion dollar feeling to know you belong to the Prophet Muhammed and his conquest. He will never be replaced and celebrating the day he was born is not wrong in any way. It is simply acknowledging the greatest man we know was born to lead.

Here is a photo from Mecca.