The past few days, the skies have cried. The rain pours down in buckets. I feel like I’m trapped with no desire to go out (also because I parked on the street and not the garage). The rain is a mercy, my friend Nura reminded me today, and this first third of Ramadan is a…
Category: reflections
Ramadan Day 5: Gratitude for Bismillah Cooperative
Wednesdays are co-op days at my friend’s house. A cooperative of 10 families come together each week to teach and play with the kids. I discovered this group during a global pandemic when most people retreated into their own inner circles. My circle expanded, somehow. I’m grateful for finding a tribe of moms who “get…
The Death of Dida
Obituary of my maternal grandmother
Sadia Kalam 