It was the day before Ramadan, when I got an email from a Rabbi. “Ramadan Mubarak….Are you around today? I would love to come and sit with you for a few minutes simply to be together and mourn the painful loss of life in Israel/Palestine.”Read More
You are sitting in your living room when suddenly the front door bursts open and a young man barges into your home—a stranger. How would you react? Scream? Confront him? Pull out a gun? Call the cops?Read More
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Its Easter Sunday, and we are babysitting.
My phone beeps.
“Just arrived in Rome. How are things?” A text from our son Saqib.
As my children entered their teens, I noticed that they and their friends were expressing Islam in a manner that was quite different from their parents. A rather sensible version.Read More
“They had planned their Valentines Day dinner for weeks. It was their first anniversary. She waited at the restaurant. One hour in, still no sight of him.”Read More
Are we like our parents in our behavior today? My mother was a neat freak. My father was a military man.
Put the two together and you can figure out the rest.
Are Pakistani women oppressed?
Maybe some? Maybe most?
Today is International Women’s Day, and I am celebrating. Whom do I celebrate? Gloria Steinem, Meryl Streep, Malala Yusufzai…ahaaa! I will start with the land of my birth—Pakistan.
Raise your hands if you watched Anita Hill testify at the Senate confirmation hearings of Clarence Thomas.
Raise your hands if you did NOT believe her story then.
Raise your hands if you believe her now.
Now a confession. I did watch the hearings; and I didn’t know what to believe.
Does that make me part of the problem?
T’was the Third Sunday in Advent, and I, a Muslim woman, had been given a place of honor at The Church of St. Paul & St. Andrew in New York City. Every year, the pastor invites me to participate in services, and read passages from the Quran from the chapter of Mary. But this year was different.Read More