If you were an adopted child, you would have wondered about it. Probably still are.
Read moreIf I Were President
Muslim women heads of state in Tanzania, Bangladesh, and Singapore
Not me. My granddaughters.
March 27 was Muslim Women’s Day. I posed this question to my three granddaughters:
If you were the first Muslim woman president of the US, what would you….?
Repairing Our World Together
This year the Jewish festival of Passover will be celebrated from March 27th through April 4th; and on April 13, Muslims will begin the fasting month of Ramadan. This circumstance occurs only once in three decades, attributable to Muslims following the lunar cycle. As our calendars get populated with interfaith Seders and iftars. . . .
Read moreDaylight Confusing Time
“On Sunday the time will change,” my husband Khalid said.
I had been in the US only four months.
Time will change. A cosmic shift?
Staying in Love
“I can’t live without you,” I called my husband.
“What happened?” he asked, knowing that this was not a romantic Valentine’s Day thing.
“The printer jammed.” “Oh!” He chuckled. But printer aside, that is the truth.
Just Seventeen
All we need is seventeen
Republicans who were at the scene
To vote to convict and not come back
And protect us all from another attack . . . .
Losing My Mother
A week after I buried my mother, I sat down in my mother’s home in Pakistan, to write to my family and friends at home in the US. That was six year ago today.
Read moreHAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS
In Pakistan, on Christmas my mother would go for Midnight Mass and light a candle. “You are a Muslim! Why did you go to a church for a Christmas service?” a woman asked her. “Because I am a Muslim,” my quick-witted mother retorted . . .
An Arabian Christmas
“It’s Christmas Eve tonight,” my boss said to me, speaking in a gentle, sentimental tone. “We should do something for the nurses on the floors.” I was surprised. Surprised because this was Saudi Arabia where Christmas is a no-no. And my boss was a Saudi man.
In Gratitude to 2020
What a year! Need I list it all: disease, loss of life, racial injustice, a bitter election, a nation torn apart. . . . Yet, there have been moments of gratitude. Gratitude, when New Yorkers stepped out of the warmth of their apartments. . . .