Somewhere right now, there is a mother scolding her daughter about staying out too late at night. In the same household, a son comes home at 4 a.m. with little to no repercussions. Read More
Pumpkin spice lattes, sweater weather, colorful trees, that can only mean one thing — fall is here.
Until this very day, I cannot ride in the same car as my mom without her asking me to listen to her Quran recitation.
The night is black and as I climb the stairs, I freeze. Read More
A young woman once told me, “I just want my children to be from the sajideen (those who regularly prostrate to God and surrender their affairs to Him).” It was such a simple yet profound statement that has a lingering effect on me till today.
I’m always relieved when I go to another mother’s home and see a little mess here and a little mess there.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who loved stories. She couldn’t wait for the sky to turn black, the stars to come out and for the moon to shine bright. Night was her favorite time for one reason – bedtime stories.