Shukr Sizing

You may have noticed that Shukr is having a sale again. 25% already discounted clothing, if you spend 100$ or more. If you spend 150$ or more shipping is free for Canada, and you’ll get your duty back if you’re in a country that has a trade deal with Jordan. I’ve had a few people…

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Half Breed

I once overheard someone proudly calling herself a “halfbreed.” It caught me off guard. I lost my footing for a split of a second. It fogged my brain and made me dizzy for an instant. I tried to convince myself that I must have misunderstood. But I hadn’t. Because she went on to explain that…

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Family Reunion

Two weeks ago, (on FIFA ’18 soccer final weekend) I travelled with my kids to visit my mother and her side of the family for the first family reunion in eight years. I hadn’t been to the last one, so this was my first one since my grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary a few decades back.…

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Craft Camp

    This summer I decided to start a small camp for kids between the ages of five and eleven, where they’d learn about some interesting aspect of life (gratitude through Ramadan, kindness through the example of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH), humility through Hajj, and being constant through prayer) from a story. We’d discuss it…

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Conscientious Clothes Shopping for Kids

As you know from previous blogposts, I am concerned about the clothes I purchase, not just for myself, but for my kids as well. I have four kids, so this can be quite a challenge. I fear that I may have given you the impression that I am unsympathetic to the plight of the average…

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Entitled

Someone in my community just wrote an opinion piece in the paper relating a recent incident that happened to her, in which she became acutely aware of the meaning of the expression “white privilege.” I read the article, and listened to her subsequent radio interview. She has gotten a lot of slack over this, apparently. I’ve…

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The Best Cup of Coffee

Coffee has been an important part of my life as far as my nostrils can remember: my father prepared his early morning coffee in a stove-top mocha, and every time I make it that way I think of him! But I wasn’t allowed to drink it, until my godmother swept me off to Toulouse (France)…

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Who am I?

I don’t fit in any box. Trust me, I tried! White? Not quite. Christian? No longer. Jewish? Some say it’s very likely. Muslim? Yes, but no matter how many decades I’ve practiced, I’m still, and always will be “new.” Native? Only if you know me, apparently! Swiss? Yes, of course, but you’d never guess! Canadian?…

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