by Mohamed Ismail Bukharia | Sep 28, 2007 | Stories
KHALID ZAHEER In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in...
by Mohamed Ismail Bukharia | Sep 28, 2007 | Stories
A woman racing up a mountain in her car with the sun on her face, the wind in her hair… total freedom. Yet I, with my face sheltered by an encompassing black veil and my hair enshrouded by heavy cloth – I do not experience such euphoria. A woman running...
by Mohamed Ismail Bukharia | Sep 28, 2007 | Stories
A police officer in a Muslim country wrote the following letter to a Shaykh describing the events that led to his return to Allah. He recalls: Seeing accidents and crash victims was a normal part of my day, but one incident was different. My partner and I had parked...
by Mohamed Ismail Bukharia | Sep 28, 2007 | Stories
by Mohamed Ismail Bukharia | Sep 28, 2007 | Stories
A man was walking through the marketplace one afternoon when, just as the muazzin began the call to prayer, his eye fell on a woman's back. She was strangely attractive, though dressed in fulsome black, a veil over head and face, and she now turned to him as if...
