Growing up in Jeddah, every evening in Ramadan, we would pile into our car and whiz off to the mosque for Taraweeh prayers to Shoaibi Mosque...
This is the story of a cliché. One of the earliest memories I have is one of discontent. Somewhere around the age of 4 or 5,...
“When we were young, every Ramadan, we had to complete one recitation of the Quran because my dad made us. There was no question of not...