my medina

I can still remember the day she was born, four years ago. The air-conditioner in the labour room went bust, and a thunderstorm was brewing outside. I was soaked in sweat and two nurses had to use old newspaper to kipas me, while another massaged my back to ease the labour pains. Medina came out right after 4 pm, after a duel with death. At least that's what it seemed to me at that time. Out of the three deliveries (all without epidural, ladies), Medina's was the hardest.

And ironically, growing up, she was the easiest one to take care of. She's an old soul, she's a nurturer - she'll make sure everything is in order, very Monicaesque, very independent, and you can take her just about anywhere. As long as you've got food and drinks in tow.

We celebrated Medina's birthday on election day, although her actual birthday was on the 4th of March, because that's the ONLY time that her busy mom is available. I'd like to thank Medina's Auntie Nazra for these beautiful shots:

She absolutely adores fried chicken. Or any other food for that matter lah. Just like her Mama.


She is the ULTIMATE Drama Queen, blessed with a flexible rubber face like Jim Carrey.

Unfortunaly, her younger brother, Yunus Aynaoui is such a terror typhoon. We had to sing two birthday songs, one for Yunus la, obviously. He believes that every birthday party he attends must be his. Egomaniac. Any baby shrinks out there?

Happy birthday, Madge!