Regrets? Ah yes!
Not one, not a few; Enough to keep me thinking; Enough to keep me writing; Enough to last a lifetime
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Regrets? Ah yes!
Not one, not a few; Enough to keep me thinking; Enough to keep me writing; Enough to last a lifetime
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Where do American Muslims stand on this issue? Where do I stand? What do the Islamic scholars say? What if Roe v. Wade is overturned?
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Like all little girls, If I didn’t have my way, I’d weep, when scolded, I’d cry, tears came easy.
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“Have you ever been the recipient of a random act of kindness,” my son Saqib asked.. . . It was August 8, 1986. Khalid and I got stuck in Mecca. Now, Muslims never say that. To be in the holy city of Mecca is a privilege. It’s almost blasphemous to even consider oneself as being stuck. But bear with me as I set the stage.
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“Did You Ever Get Lost as a Child?” Our son Saqib asked.
I don’t believe I did. . . . but I did get lost as an adult, literally and figuratively.
A week age one morning, as I swiped on my phone and went into my chat group, there was a video posting forwarded by Nadia. I freaked out. Nadia had been dead for a year.
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“What was something you believed all through childhood, and found out was false,” my son asked. There were many, but how about this one. . . .
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”What Advice Would You Give Your 20-Year-Old Self?” My son Saqib asked me. ”Trust Your Instincts!” That is my advice to my 20-year-old self, or any 20-year-old for that matter.
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What Were Your Favorite Subjects in High School?, my son asked.
Easy. English. … I would have if I could have, Punched Miss Scarlett in the face, And frankly my dear, I would have given a damn, Were he my dashing Rhett.
“You are now old enough to stitch your own clothes,” Mummy said.
I was twelve. Mummy took the fabric she had bought for my shalwar qameez. She lay it flat on the dining table, folding it lengthwise.