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…
I stepped onto the crowded bus and after weaving my way through chattering school kids, mothers carrying crying babies and…
I wonder how you get to sleep at night. I wonder how could you possibly just close your eyes and…