Mumtaz Blog Articles

Somehow the chill of winter had crept up on us, turning the air crisp and cold, particularly at night and bringing...

Ayesha and I, lying on the floor of my room, catching up on the latest family stories (we do not gossip in Ramadan!)...

We are a third into Ramadan, today being the tenth fast. We have become accustomed to the cravings and irritability...

Ayesha and I had called a truce after the talking to we got from Nana. We were in her room, just having completed the...

“Sofia, I know you took my scarf! I want it back now!”, Ayesha was yelling at the top of her lungs again. How did she...

After the commotion last night, Nana was upset that he was not involved in the drama and sulked for much of the day....

The nights' silence and my dreams were disrupted by the sound of my father. “Ayesha! Sofia! Get out of bed please and...

Iftar reminded me of a group playing musical chairs as everyone tried to find a seat around the table. Nana bowed his...

Ayesha was sitting, dressed to the nines with nowhere to go, whilst Nana recited Qur’an in his melodious voice, but a...

The absence of humans out and about made the world seem brighter, calmer and as I sat at the window looking out, the...