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.
This afternoon, as I was trekking my way back to my car, I almost got run over. Apparently, the driver didn't realize he had to make a full stop at a stop sign at an intersection of a university where there are people crossing pretty much during all hours of the day. Sure, it was… Continue reading Ruminations on mortality
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 spoke to an adorable elderly white Methodist woman who had not only heard of Hyderabad, but had actually visited the city! Hyderabad has been on my mind quite a bit lately. First, it was the article we published in our journal examining theodicy and the Hyderabad Zakat & Charitable Trust - and… Continue reading Hyderabad on my mind
I'm often humbled by God bringing people into my life who truly care when I least expect it. Just this morning, when I logged onto Facebook (I'm just as surprised as you all are - sometimes Facebook does accomplish that whole "bringing people together" mantra), I was humbled by the extent of this care and… Continue reading A few thoughts on community