Carnelian Lane was a dead end street. At the very end of the road, nestled among giant shade trees and a lovely fountain which sang its tune refreshingly, there was a very fine restaurant. As the phrase suggests, this dead end street was somewhat dead: not in the sense of…
After recognizing the benefit of the companionship of a shaykh [i] who is connected to the Prophet (pbuh) by the transmission of his Light; a noble guide who lives by both sharī’ah [ii] and Truth – for the sincere murīd [iii] who hopes to arrive at the Divine Presence; the…
A Bag of Cookies Early, the woman waited alone in the bustling airport. Her plane wasn’t scheduled to leave for several hours, so she meandered over to one of those over-priced, last-minute-gift-buying shops to get a book and something to nibble on. She took a seat in the VIP room.…