My head lops off the side of the kat, upside down, I close one eye and then the other, gaze focused on the mango tree in the distance. What is that on the branches? I entwine my fingers into the tightly strung rope at the foot of the charpai and lift myself up. Noon's piercing… Continue reading April Gratitude: The Motherland
I must be going soft in my old age because my recent journey to Azad Kashmir had me crying over the smallest things! Please be prepared for lots of sentimental ramblings over the next few weeks: I plan to take full advantage of this most welcomed end to my writer's block. A week before our… Continue reading A Little Piece of Heaven: our stay in A&JK
The one thing I am grateful for this month is something I pray was true for Muslims around the world. My gratitude post this month is accompanied with a lot of guilt for having the good fortune to live in a Muslim country that is both developed and safe for women. Not long ago, I… Continue reading Gratitude Corner: March
wintery nights no more frosty mornings no more grey days no more teeth chattering the whole journey to work, no more darkness marking both ends of the commute, no more fed up with the 6th cup of tea, no more wet socks and numb toes, no more bad hijab day every day, no more dreaded… Continue reading Gratitude Corner: Fond of February
I tried bullet journaling for about a week and realised quite quickly that I'm no longer 15 years old with all the time in the world to colour and draw and remember exactly where all the bloody different coloured pens have disappeared to! But one thing that stuck with me is the concept of keeping a… Continue reading The Gratitude Corner: January
Thankful... For a spouse like mine. You took every Thursday off to drive me down to uni. Even when it was your only day off in the whole week and even when you weren't feeling well yourself, you would accompany me on the journey and refuse to let me drive. Your selflessness meant that… Continue reading Passing with DISTINCTION!
Sometimes it becomes so that we find ourselves swept away by the tempest of life. Burdens of responsibilities turn the days into blurs and nights into blocks of amnesia. We sense the neglect of our hearts and minds yet we can't remedy it. There is simply no time to stop. For me, the spring of… Continue reading Beacon of Hope Sister’s Retreat