“I am in between. Trying to write to be understood by those who matter to me, yet also trying to push my mind with ideas beyond the everyday. It is another borderland I inhabit. Not quite here nor there. On good days I feel I am a bridge. On bad days I just feel alone.”
A good story, told often enough, puts you in rooms never occupied.
Recently, the mere anticipation of writing has resulted in instant mental paralysis and thought desertion – until this morning when I spilt an entire cup of coffee; the second one in a fortnight. To put it succinctly, I lost my shitread more
Is it just me or does Ramadan seem to get more air-time and column inches with every passing year?read more
With a lump in my throat I described my beautiful, clever, mischievous daughter and discussed all the ways we could help make her future the antithesis of my past.read more
Instead of building intercultural bridges as I imagined, I was adding my bricks to the prisons so many are walled up in by their own communities…read more
They said on the radio today this was the coldest February since eighteen-something. After a certain point cold is cold is cold.read more
I don’t need to take on the responsibility for changing other people’s misconceptions. Learning to be honest and authentic – standing in my own truth – is more important right now.read more
These days when I relax in shavasana at the end of yoga the tears flowing into my ears are from an excess of joy not sorrow…read more
There’s no room for questions or variance in expression of belief in Islam – to be true to myself I must step out.read more
Previously I owned up to the deep disquiet I’ve been feeling about my faith; how I suppressed it, and how I tried to reignite my conviction.
But my quest only unearthed more reasons to hold it in question. This wasn’t a dip in devotion – it was a derailment.read more