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…
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…
