Like all little girls, If I didn’t have my way, I’d weep, when scolded, I’d cry, tears came easy.
Read moreA Girl's Best Friend
“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 moreThe Day I Became a Mother
This morning Saqib, my firstborn, sent me flowers for Mother’s Day. My thoughts went back to the day he was born. I went through my treasure chest and found the letter I had written to my mother in Pakistan when I had been a mother for just 4 days, telling her what it felt like to become a mom, to give birth far away from home
Read moreLosing My Mother
A week after I buried my mother, I sat down in my mother’s home in Pakistan, to write to my family and friends at home in the US. That was six year ago today.
Read moreArt or Betrayal?
The love stories are beautiful and moving. Always, except this Sunday.
Her Dying Wish
“Prepare my grave for me, next to where my husband is buried.” Those were Mummy’s last words as she made the call to the caretaker of the cemetery.
Read moreBells & Whistles
Daddy and I
Are we like our parents in our behavior today? My mother was a neat freak. My father was a military man.
Put the two together and you can figure out the rest.
Ode To Mummy
Mummy never left me;
She smiles at me through the framed photo on my shelf;
She watches me through my grandson Omar’s oval eyes;
I feel her hair when my granddaughter Asha brushes against my cheek;