Trips back home, “holiday” eating, and back to life, back to lality.

In exactly one month, it will be my three-year wedding anniversary. But it's been only three years? Really? Why does it feel like Mr. Rafia and I have been married for longer? Is it because when I reflect on where I was before getting married, I cannot recognize who I was and who I have… Continue reading Trips back home, “holiday” eating, and back to life, back to lality.

That Post-Hajj High

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

I did it! My second 5K and I’m still alive!

I was nervous. I hadn't even exercised in the past three weeks. I was sick for two of them and busy and/or recovering for one. But I had signed up (and paid!) for it weeks in advance, so I really had no choice. I was going to run jog this 5K whether I was ready… Continue reading I did it! My second 5K and I’m still alive!

What living in the Hoosier state has done to me

I don't know if it's because I live in Indiana now or because Mr. Rafia is a fan of sports, the other night though I whispered to him (whispered because I'm sick and can't talk without coughing every 30 seconds), "I kinda enjoy basketball." I hesitated to even say it, but it was true. I… Continue reading What living in the Hoosier state has done to me

A Year in Review, Rafia-Style.

The thing about getting married on Christmas is: a) As a Muslim from North America, I finally have something to celebrate. No, my family never had a tree - and I am glad my parents held firmly to their faith. Although I ain't gonna lie, I was jealous of all those kiddies who got gifts… Continue reading A Year in Review, Rafia-Style.