By Farzande Jehan “And what is the matter with you sister, you are not well either?” She is speaking to me in Urdu. We are...
By Abdallah Khan I remember that it was humid; an anomaly in the boisterous city of Chicago, because his hair stuck to his forehead, like...
By Ethar Hamid I feel genuinely uncomfortable at the beginning and ending of every supplication. Ever since I was told that I should begin and end my...
“Yahya, I can see the angels.” Hearing that, on the fifth night of Taraweeh, by a prominent member of my community, was astonishing. The brother was...