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The City Fellas

Hello, hi. My curls love Montreal. I woke up this morning with a new lightness and real sense of hope. Enough of both that they are worth putting into writing,…

The Fat Red Lips

I had just stepped out of Galerie Corno (51, rue Saint-Paul O.), which is always one of my first stops after I land in Montreal, curious to see what new…

The Poetry In The Book Stores

I was quite shy to ask them if they would be willing to carry rose-water syrup. When I peeked her on display, it took all effort not to purchase a…

The Love Yourself Bullsh*t

I wasn’t planning on going for a swim in my jeans, but this is what happens when you have an infant toddler between your legs, who suddenly decides to just…

The Secret Garden

We spent the better part of the day in the garden, a place about which I often forget. When I purchased, I opted to look outwards onto the street because…

The Carnival

When I poked him, this is how I was carrying my shitty single-use plastic cup, previously filled with ice, decaffeinated coffee, and cream. I walk pretty fast, even though I…

The Liking Of One Another

This is T, one of my favourite people. She happens to be married to another one of my favourite people – J. T and me met some years back at…

The Loving Of An Awful

Rainy drives are the best drives. Another thunder and lightning show here in Ottawa, but no rainbows to show for it. At least none that I could see; let me…

The Her

These steps, they are some of my favourite steps in Ottawa, because they lead me to her. Do you have a family doctor? A dentist? An optometrist? A priest /…

The Sloth Of Spirit

Hi Ottawa you’re so pretty. I finally figured out that this is why I am so exhausted when I am ‘home’ – life. I have social commitments and responsibilities, I…

The Altruist

Always talking, I am. They are visiting from Istanbul, where they’re situated for two more years. When dealing with last summer’s situation, I had an extensive conversation with Ryan about…

The Activity

It was such a full day that I, a night-owl, am having trouble writing when it’s only 11.30 in the evening. I wonder, is it possible that I am shifting…

The Porch

While she was speaking, the word effortless came to mind; everything from her garden, to this porch on which we sit very regularly on Saturdays from Spring, right through to…

The ‘Trail Magic’

‘Trail Magic’ is defined as ‘an unexpected act of kindness’ received by someone hiking the Appalachian Trail (which takes months to complete, should people even manage to do it). Isn’t…

The Love Thing

Tonight’s sunset at home wasn’t so bad either. As I have repeatedly written before, Ottawa summers are gorgeous and today was the perfect example – it felt like 41 with…

The Evening’s Mint Tea

This is an untouched photo, and that is indeed a stag at the left of the image. My last night in Lethbridge and this was the sunset view from our…

The Bouquets

at street corners you’ll find her constellations quietly created small bouquets of weeds and wildness delivered from rain. this is how you know she has visited. -rose-water traveler Today, I…

The Hula Dance

We spent the day in Banff celebrating Canada Day, and I can’t stop taking fisheye lens photographs (thanks, Lolo!). Because it’s not an actual lens, but rather how you take…

The Road Trip

First, I went to the playground and spent the better part of 30 minutes on the swing set all by myself. The sun was shining, the playground is by a…

The Writing

Since arriving in Lethbridge, I’ve not been able to write as I normally do. This wasn’t a conscious decision; rather, I believe that it’s because I’m processing things which, for…

The Perfect Sunset

Tonight’s sunset is the only thing I want to share about this lovely day. Today, I am grateful for: 1. Watching awful rom-coms with my cousins the moment we’re alone…

The Ducklings

Ducklings and their momma crossing the street (in response to which I opened my door to make certain all traffic behind us had stopped, which they in fact already had)….

The Brother-In-Law

This is Omar, my brother-in-law. Somewhat of a big brother, too. He is, without a doubt, one of the kindest and love-full men I have ever met. Omar and me…

The Monumental

Who wants to think of the future when the present is this fucking monumental? (1) I came across that yesterday evening and haven’t stopped repeating it to myself. Because this…

The Challenge

There are two intertwined feelings right beneath this surface – failure and resentment. Only today was I able to actually see them for what they are, though they have been…

The Smoke

I think that God’s been smoking all afternoon. His sky’s heavy with thick grey clouds, thinning as they move away. Small splashes of neon gold confirm that this year, the…

The Waterside Hello

She commented on something which I had published, and I loved it enough to trace her back to her site. She was pregnant and healing through an extremely traumatic divorce;…

The Family Time

This is Denver. He’s a polydactyl baby, and very much Master of this home. One of my favourite things about family time is the doing nothing part, the not thinking…

The Refugees’ Welcome

A little over 24 hours ago I decided to surprise my family in Lethbridge. This is the freedom for which I can only thank the Sabbatical. I arrived in time…

The Parable

Preamble: To anyone who would defend a Muslim ‘leader’s’ hiding of his wife, and active pursuit of women other than his wife, because ‘TECHNICALLY FOUR’, know that your voice is…

The Creature Of Habit

That’s my baba and his brother, my amo. Do you now understand why people sometimes think we have a different ethnicity running in our veins? (Like, the actual and highest…

The Hillbilly Gardens

A thing I love to do is people-watch, and then make up stories about their lives. To myself. All alone. For abnormally long periods of time. Certainly this has something…

The Box

She was in town, and brought with her the sunshine. We couldn’t decide where to look, and were discussing just this very thing. Though the entire conversation was, as it…

The Thrift

I love thrift store shopping for two reasons. First, it’s where you find the greatest records. Second, it’s where you can imagine the most interesting stories. I counted the number…

The Blinders

This is a photo of my old journal, surrounded by the items which Hannah and me picked to create of it something new. This is what she looks like now…

The Passing

Father. Mother. Grandfather Ross, the three small markers at the bottom of the image. Muslims are gently encouraged to remember death. Do for this world and the next, always. And…

The Change-Up

When home, I bind myself to routine, rather than discovery. I’ve lived here all but four years of my life and have never wandered to learn that with which I…

The Body Tension

I love having guests. As equally, I hate being idle. I get too much into my head when I’m busy; it’s a recipe for disaster when I’m idle. To no…

The Summer Rain

Going for a walk in a warm summer rain is one of the most relaxing things I can do for myself. Today was one such day and I kept stopping…

The Reflection

While out to dinner a couple of night ago, Kareem asked me what I’ve learned so far during this sabbatical. I gave him my two instinctive responses, which still hold…