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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…

The Rose-Water Day

I love Ottawa’s summer vibrancy. Yesterday was our first actual hot day, carried into today and tomorrow. We are officially and fully in. Ottawa is an interesting city. I am…

The Dating Hopeful

Our first evening together, he said it was like watching two people on an incredible date. We couldn’t share enough, and it was impossible to tone down the excitement. Little…

The Home

Our friendship is 30 years old this Fall, my longest. We met during our first year of high school and never looked back. I spent the better part of this…

The Self-Care Day

Two nights of long and deep sleep, and a wake-up for morning coffee with this girl, in town from Afghanistan. Spending time with her was a perfect way to roll…

The Anchors

That’s us at Eid prayer. Two out of three don’t know where to look. Someone needs to give a course. Nearly ten years ago, I spent the Fall long weekend…

The Letter E

It’s the last day of Ramadan. Wild, really, that a full month has passed, and I am officially halfway through my sabbatical. Again, how does time even work? I didn’t…

The Lunar Confusion

It’s one of my favourite things to do – walking through older neighbourhoods where the trees are aged and Spring carpets their streets with blossoms. Especially, I love stomping on…

The February Sitch (part 3)

Iftar with baba and amo (the Arabic word for patrilineal uncle) was, as always, politics and religion fueled conversation. My brain always expands in such settings. As promised, a brief…

The February Sitch (part 2)

Make sure you’ve read yesterday’s part 1. Regarding my being ignored – to be clear, it was the construction company ignoring my requests for info regarding dryness of the house,…

The February Sitch (part 1)

On my way to meet Mariam for iftar, I discovered that even leopard print purple stilettos, and lime green Eiffel Towers fit right in with nature. Finally, I am ready…

The Postal Magic

I am a huge supporter of Canada Post and it’s employees. I was down with them when they were on strike, and when I need to leave a note in…

The Belly Laughs

This is Patricia. She is a beauty inside and out, and has no hang-ups about social media. On the other hand, there is Sharon who took the photo because she…

The Facts

I don’t think they would have noticed if I left. I want to remind my Muslim family of some very important facts about our Prophet, on which I hope everyone…

The Emotional Scab

When trying to find peace and calm inside of The Cloud Cave, this is what surrounds me – white lights, on the ground and on my small indoor tree. The…

The Open Mind

Better day. I managed to in fact sleep like a dead person, without maybe even moving the entire time I was asleep. Really hoping that next week brings some real…

The Third Eye

Again, no sleep last night and a back that feels each vertebrae closing in on the one beneath it. But, alhamduliLah, today there was a very small pinhole light which…

The Hits

It’s a card for two very special little girls. While J was out and the baby was sleeping I spent a little amount of time doodling on the paper J…

The Long Day

It has been long and exhausting, this day, and I have very little energy left to write much of anything. There was one bright spot, however, and it was named…

The Fatigue

Something which hasn’t happened in months woke me this morning at 9am. Anxiety. Arch Nemesis, popping up unexpectedly and attempting to take me down. I had a slightly uneasy weekend,…

The Gossip

I don’t wear it. It’s my rosary, which I picked up in Cairo. Made of oud, do note the small black marking on the straight edge on the left side…

The Hajj

May 19, 1925. On his birthday, just a little after the clock turns past midnight, I watch Malcolm X, and then I perform two rakat as du3a2 on his soul….

The Ambition

The measure of my worth has never been the level or pay I might reach at work. My ambition and self-worth have always been rooted in how I treat others….

The Intentions

It isn’t Lucy Liu. It’s Poppy, or as I occasionally refer to her – Popsie, or Bob. Can you guess which one of these is my favourite? There are two women at…

The Feminists

Julie and Aalya, the most committed hardcore feminists I know. From whom I learn something critical every single time we connect. I have gotten into the habit of wearing a…

The Oneness

This is Rana, to whom I often refer as Ranoosh. She is a golden pepper, this little slice of family. The world over, Muslim families donate food and drink (or…

The Book

She arrived in the mail today and I stared at her stunned and in silence for a while. She is so tiny, and pink! Which I’m certain is what Jilly…

The Hedonism

That’s Yohan, about whom I have written previously. I haven’t broken fast with anyone but family until tonight with him. This is how important he and his family (who are…

The Mothers

That’s momma. She is such a bright light, isn’t she? I mean. Look at that smile. Wow. [I am the little potato sat on the lower left-hand side on my…

The Blessings

Momma and me have always kept Ramadan as ascetic as possible. It is, after all, the month of fasting. We don’t make special deserts, which is now – culturally, not…

The Arrogance

Shortly after completing my Masters degree, I was standing in front of the lecture hall in Southam, speaking to one of my former academic advisors, one of my favourites. A…

The Afterlife

This is my Qur’an. Tonight, my mother told me that from birth, she used to place it beneath my pillow. I wish I could remember when I decided to no…

The Rizq

Rizq is defined as sustenance / livelihood. Muslim scholars differ on whether rizq only refers to that which benefits us, or everything which sustains us. I am more inclined to…

The Crutch

Seedo gave me my prayer mat when I was very young, and it is one of the few possessions the loss of which would break my heart. It’s small, and…

The Alchemy Of The Heart

Already one day over during this blessed month. Before we know it, I’ll be having my morning coffees as though no time has passed. Again, who can actually understand the…

The Month Of Ramadan

PSA: The pieces over the next 30 days will primarily be reflections on Islam. At a time when this deen which I love so much is so vilified, I hope that you…

The Purpose

A while back, (having the ridiculous privilege of staring into my navel) I asked momma if she knew what her purpose is. If she knew what it was that she…

The Author

It was a long day, due to a few family-related matters, so I’ll only offer that tonight I attended a short speaking engagement by Yousef Bashir, author of ‘The Words…

The Lighthouse Is Feelings

While I was in Geneva, he asked What are you looking for? It was a celebratory night out, and all conversations crept deeper as the night pulled us toward dawn….

The Self-Care

I’m slowly seeing all of my girls. Today began with a near six hour catch-up with J over far too much coffee and too little food, and ended with three…