She donned her layers of piety, one by one, the more the holier, barely managing to balance between pride and humility… “What could she possibly know about living in Libya?” she thought, “Her, with her tight clothes and skirt slit up to wazoo… Of course SHE would have a hard time in a Muslim country, but me? I actually PRACTICE my faith…” Nobody had a … Continue reading Moving Away
One of my little treasured blessings was born at the cusp of the Arab Spring. We were living in Libya, and I was just finishing up an online course with Kim West (The Sleeplady, author of the revolutionary book on baby sleep). I had my hands full with a busy home, a very large extended family, an online condensed course, an infant, two adventurous toddlers, … Continue reading A Lesson in Mindfulness From my Infant
Salaam Alaykum, if I were to meet you for the first time, what would I learn about you? My name is Khadija. As an American hijab wearing Muslim I come across a lot of preconceived ideas as to which box I should fit in. When I meet people for the first time, especially since I’ve been back to the US, the first thing they … Continue reading Khadija
Originally posted on Caterpillar Cafe:
There have been people wondering about life and its purpose for about as long as humans have had intellect and practiced its use in a leisurely manner. Theories have fluctuated from purely physical in nature to metaphysical throughout the centuries and across cultures, in ways that can probably be explained by our constant disillusion with our lack of perfection. Each… Continue reading Hot chocolate… that’s life!
Sara (not her actual name) is one of the most consummate optimists I’ve ever known, I deeply admire her gumption, and I am certain that you will too! This is her story: We met for the first time after the Revolution, at the Caterpillar Café. I think it went well, Alhamdulillah (thank God), I wouldn’t change a thing, except I wish we’d seen each … Continue reading Sara
It was two years and a bit ago. I broke a bone and was waiting in the emergency room at the hospital to have it x-rayed. Coalition forces were entering Mosul to rid it of Daesh troops. Like in Afghanistan, and in Baghdad, there were embedded journalists following the soldiers, into people’s homes. People in the waiting room with me were watching this on tv. … Continue reading War never leaves you