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…

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…

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;…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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 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….

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…

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…