“Do Muslim children play with dolls?” A friend of mine asked me. She was working on creating a line of rag dolls as part of a day care program for children living in homeless shelters. It had occurred to her to make a few dolls with a hijab for Muslim families.
Read moreRemembering My Mother
“What was your mother like when you were a child?” my son Saqib asked me. She was beautiful!
Read moreA Military Father's Gift
A cadet at the Pakistan Military Academy
“Daddy, Javed hit me,” I said to my father… I was six, or not quite. Javed was the neighborhood bully, a skinny, wiry boy, probably just a year older than me. .. “Don’t come crying to me. Go back and hit him.”
Read moreA Keepsake From My Father
“When I am gone, you can publish them,” Daddy said to me.
“I want to publish them in your lifetime….There is no benefit to you if they are published afterwards.” I choked on the word ‘afterwards.’ So began the work of organizing Daddy’s memoirs
Does She Count?
ANNIE
“How many siblings do you have?’ I am asked.
“We are three, my sister, my brother, and I,” I say.
What I don’t say is: I had another sister. She was six months old when she died; I was six.