I am reminded that the "natural progression" in life is not always so natural for many people. I have struggled with this myself many times before. But how do you grieve for a loss that is not yours? Is what you feel empathy? Or is it fear? What words of condolence or encouragement do you… Continue reading Verily, After Hardship Comes Ease
Rarely do I come up with a title for a post before writing its content. However, reflecting upon this week, really since coming back from Hajj, and in thinking about what I wanted to blog about for my weekly Saturday blog post, I noticed that there has been a theme in my life. Not that… Continue reading Picking up where I left off
This is an essay I first wrote a few years back in honour of my grandmother, whom I called naanami. I haven't edited this piece because I would like to keep everything intact. Today also is the first day of the new Islamic lunar year. A sobering reminder for myself first on how I would… Continue reading 9/11 is the day I lost my grandmother
Last night I had to face the cold, hard truth that even though I certainly feel different after coming back from Hajj, I am still me. I still have my weaknesses. I still have my deficiencies. I still have the same anxieties. Week One after Hajj was pretty good, I would say. Work was not… Continue reading Why does this keep on happening? Because there is a lesson I have yet to learn.
I realize the word "high" and pairing it with anything Islamic is kind of contradictory. Getting high is kind of completely antithetical to Islam. Ecstasy is no better. Maybe spiritual elevation? I don't know. It's not succinct though. And as a writer, I like my titles to be as succinct as possible. Although most of… Continue reading That Post-Hajj High