It is the twenty-third day of Ramadan! Umme and I were discussing how quickly the days had flown. As I shared with her...

No one ever tells you that getting back into a routine after your haidh is immensely difficult, particularly the...

Fatima rushed in the door and caught me eating and laughed hard as I tried to hide the food from her. She wiped the...

Mum was asleep, and I sat on the window seat looking at the neighbourhood I had grown up in whilst making dhikr. It...

Grieving was hard for Mum; she walked about the house aimlessly, going through Dad's belongings, and at times I'd hear...

I began journaling at the beginning of Ramadan, mainly to remind me of my first Ramadan. Yesterday, I had included my...

I have lived with my parents in their home all my life, yet I now felt out of place. I missed Fatima and Umme; I...

I spent the night at my parents home. Having had little sleep that night, I decided to nap after Fajr salah. My deep...

As we discussed the funeral arrangements, it suddenly dawned on me that Dad had asked to be cremated upon his death....

I could hardly believe that we were on the 14th fast as I sat trying to digest the news I had received that morning....