2nd Lieutenant in England in 1951
I have been thinking about the conversations I would have had with you over the past ten years since you left us. Sometimes I have wondered: what would Daddy have said? Sometimes: Did you see his latest Tweet? And these days, it is: It’s a good thing you are not around.
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It was 5:30 a.m. I was trying to catch some sleep after Fajr morning prayer, when it went quiet. So quiet I could hear it.
Read moreSix year ago, I was part of a group of Muslims and Jews who met at a hotel just over the Green Line in the West Bank for an interfaith text study.
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For the first time in five months, we saw our children and grandchildren in person
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“I am looking for a suitable match for my son. Do you know of anyone? She should be from a respectable family, pretty, and light-skinned.” That was the criteria in the society of Pakistan,
‘I can’t find my half-sister. Can you help me?’ was the message I received at 10:00 p.m.
My encounters as a writer have taken me down many an adventurous path, but nothing as enticing as this.
Artist: The bride. With Henna businesses closed, she turned artist and painted one hand
And why should weddings be left behind. This spring, we had not one, but two family Nikahs on Zoom. If that is a new term for you, Nikah is Urdu for ‘Muslim Marriage’—the religious ceremony, that is.
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He was gone! Shelter-in-Place had been in effect for two days when I ventured out to get some vegetables from the street vendor . . . . He was not there; not him, not his cart. Maybe he is sick.
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