It was the season of a transition. I was doing my contract teaching for a couple of months while waiting for my acceptance letter into the teaching institution. I had no idea I was going to be doing my post-grad studies that December; I hadn't anticipated for my entrance to be that soon. So upon … Continue reading For Your Invitation
A Poem for our Children
i see you. shuffling feet. eager eyes. curious mind. creases on your forehead. growing hands not yet calloused by a careless world. a heart still beating with the purest of love. backs bent by the weight of knowledge, laughter echoing simpler wants & needs, a reckless optimism - something the world hasn’t yet stolen. keep … Continue reading A Poem for our Children
The Default State of a Writer
The default state of a writer isn’t a cigarette-smoking, alcohol-swigging, typewriter-banging character. It isn’t sitting by the window, admiring the flowers in fall, overlooking the blues and greens while waiting for a ray of inspiration to descend. It isn’t an inexorable flow of the pen. It isn’t picturing Bukowski and his cats, Murakami and his … Continue reading The Default State of a Writer
Better Broken
i like me better when i’m broken. i’d run to my prayer mat and pour my turbulent heart right open. beg for a miracle. beg you to listen. fix this for me. carry this for me. bring me out of this darkness and light up my path for me. tears fall easier. hands more steady … Continue reading Better Broken
Running With My Father
16th May 1976. My father is standing atop a building that was under construction at St George’s Road. The view overlooks May North Primary School, which has now been replaced with a sewage treatment plant. His vintage Ray-bans covers half his face as he smiles widely, looking away from the camera and into the distance. … Continue reading Running With My Father
How to Fika Like a Swede
Ask a friend out for a cup of coffee Stroll into a nearby cafe Order favourite coffee and get a pastry to go alongside. Choose from the assortment of confectionery - we recommend the kanelbullar (cinnamon bun), kardemummabullar (cardamom bun) or kladkakka (a sticky chewy yummy Swedish cake), or the chokladbollar (chocolate ball). Settle in … Continue reading How to Fika Like a Swede
A Thought: Does Absolute Freedom Exist?
I am sitting by the window at a quiet-zone carriage, whooshed in a metal cabin from Copenhagen to Stockholm, making my return to this beautiful city after a fascinating weekend at the vibrant Danish capital. As I'm typing this post, I'm reflecting on my eventful Scandinavian summer thus far. We have only a few days left … Continue reading A Thought: Does Absolute Freedom Exist?
His Majesty – Unlocking the Names of Allah
A few months ago, I had the opportunity to attend Shaykh Ammar Al-Shukry's AlMaghrib single weekend degree seminar on Unlocking the Names of Allah. Here are some notes I took. May it benefit! What’s in a name? A God with many names - all of which when invoked, would still be powerful and sweet. … Continue reading His Majesty – Unlocking the Names of Allah
This is How We Broke Up
I have been struggling to write about this for a long while now. Perhaps because for a long time I wasn’t ready to share my honest thoughts. Lately though, after bouts of contemplation as Ramadan rolls around, I figured I should share my rumination on this experience with hopes of reaching out to anyone facing … Continue reading This is How We Broke Up
Coolness in the Heat
The word Ramadan comes from the word ramad, which means 'extreme, burning heat'. This year as we enter the month of Ramadan, a month of extreme heat and difficulty, I see it aptly manifest in both ways - metaphorically, where we burn our sins through our fast and race towards good deeds, and literally, at my workplace, where … Continue reading Coolness in the Heat
