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 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!
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
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.
Hello, hello, hello, my readers! There has been a change in my life that has to do with this blog, well, at least the title of this blog. And since I hate living two lives, I feel I must update whomever is reading to quell my conscience. While my love for cake I hope shall… Continue reading A little less cake, but a lot more cows (that are alive)!