It was the 21st night of Ramadan. After iftar, we hurriedly performed wudhu and made our way inside Al-Masjid Al-Haram…
How much does the goodness in you weigh? The intentions swimming in your chest, Intentions coated by filth and love;…
It was a summer of introductions and new concepts. My first summer in Pakistan. Everyone was talking about the heat…
Surraya uncrossed her feet and then crossed them again. She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets, her itchy freezing…
I had just dropped my sisters off at madrassah – the mosque school – and was heading home. The sun…
As we leave the Arafat sunset, And ride to Muzdalifa. The whiteness of our ihrams Gleams in the darkness. “Hajj…
They used to live in my grandmother’s neighbourhood. A big, poor family of eight children. After the eighth child was…
“We must always remember that our problems are very small compared to other peoples. There are people around the whole…
