Al hamdulillāh [i], when Allah led me to the wellspring of Islam, I recognized the sweetness of its cool, refreshing water. Al hamdulillāh after much time spent wandering the desert of my inner life, I didn’t think: “Well, maybe there…
He’s lost some weight, our boy. Earlier, I had been trying for some time to get him to drink – he doesn’t drink easily. I approached, as usual, head-on from the front – and then I remembered: “This is how…
The way of words is a journey from the written to the read, from the spoken to the heard. As travelers 3: writer, word, and reader (or speaker, word, and listener), we venture, en rapport, from heart to words to…
Waxing Lyrical: On A Personal Note Waxing lyrical about me, In a corner of the garden where foliage grows thick, where vines ramble, Twisting and weaving: on the way to the top Then back down. Here, obscuring thorns, sometimes…
Have you ever wondered, when separated, which holds more truth: absence makes the heart grow fonder or out of sight, out of mind? The Prophet (saw) taught that maintaining our connection with family is part of noble behavior and of…
"O Allah, grant me to love You, to love those who love You and to love whatever brings me nearer to Your love. Make Your love more precious to me than cool water to the thirsty." A prayer taught by…
Everlasting Companions After the tumble, after the fall, even, she remembers the grave. Lying bare in the dust, motionless, she knows pure, cold loneliness like even she, Ms. Lonely herself, never knew before: separation from all that is familiar; known…
Mother's Nature: “What kind of mom was I?” She asked. “Please forgive me,” I said, “as I boldly correct you: ‘What kind of mom AM I?’ She asked... Present tense. You never stopped and never will stop being my mom…