My phone was on silent. I was at the library, at the Writers Circle, reading my piece on the pipe-bomber... Walking back home, the pipe-bomber was still on my mind. Khalid was waiting by the door. “Did you hear?” He asked.Read More
The Borough President of Brooklyn, Eric Adams, had summoned Debbie in his office.
“Debbie, we have a problem.”
She had no idea what was going on, what had happened, or why she had been summoned.
“We have a high turnout, and it’s a security problem.”
Immigrants and refugees, that is. I was asked this question at the BBYO teen conference. “As a Muslim, how does the immigrant and refugee experience connect to your faith? How does your experience as a Muslim Pakistani-American inform the way you think about this issue?’Read More
Sadly, now it’s our turn. Only three days ago, on a bright sunny Sunday, I had stood in Times Square among thousands, waving posters, “Today I Am A Muslim Too.” Except, that they were not Muslim. That day, they were proclaiming their solidarity with Muslims.Read More
Its not what it sounds like. By street life I mean: protests, marches, and rallies. And I have only just begun. First they came for the Mexicans. ‘Put up a wall, keep ‘em out.’ I wasn’t a Mexican,Read More
I was chilled to the bone. The line outside Cooper Union University was not that long, but the doors hadn’t opened, and at 10:00 am that Monday morning, just standing in line, I was getting a full dose of ‘wind chill’.
‘With all the choices he had, why did the Mayor pick this rather small hall to give his public speech,’