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
Today is our first full day back home from Hajj. I start this post off knowing that this reflection cannot do justice to the multitude of emotions and openings I felt during this pilgrimage, often and appropriately called "the journey of a lifetime." You know that scene in The Return of the King after the… Continue reading There and Back Again: A Hajji’s Tale
I've come to accept that I will probably be running 5ks for a while. And maybe that's okay. When we make goals for ourselves, it's natural to want to reach them quickly. Isn't that what our society implicitly tells us? Make a goal. Accomplish it. And then on to the next! It's like we're supposed… Continue reading On Goals — even if they seem to take foreveeeeer