Love on a new continent
I am the companion of the new Adam Who has earned my self-assured love. (Fahmida Riaz) ‘Mommy, when are you going to start dating? You’re not even trying!’ complained my nine-year old on a sunny afternoon in February, two…
I am the companion of the new Adam Who has earned my self-assured love. (Fahmida Riaz) ‘Mommy, when are you going to start dating? You’re not even trying!’ complained my nine-year old on a sunny afternoon in February, two…
Online romance is a prominent part of today’s romantic culture. But what about Muslim dating sites? It is no coincidence that the release of Finding Fatimah coincides with Channel Four’s ‘All The Single Muslims’, the first episode of the Extremely…
I grew up in a loving home in Karachi at a time when Pakistan was a very different place: a colourful, tolerant and safe society. My parents were a wonderful combination. My father was open-minded and did not differentiate between…
Last week a good friend of mine shared a tweet to our private Facebook group. The tweet, ‘How to find out if she’s a virgin’ was posted by a ‘sheikh’ in support of his ‘Game of Marriage’ course, a free…
In the 1960s my father was a victim of racist graffiti. ‘No Blacks – Go home’ was sprayed on the pavement outside his home in Birmingham, UK after a news report on his attempt to join the West Midlands police…
Merriam Webster (Not Mariam Webster, as I’ve often wished) defines a love letter as ‘a letter expressing a lover’s affection‘. Poetry – and hip hop music – have told me that the best kind of love is the kind that’s…
In 2014, I made a journey to the holy city of Makkah to perform the sacred pilgrimage of Umrah with my father. As I pushed my father’s wheel-chair, I was struck by the whirlpool of men and women circumambulating the…
‘Either grant me the bliss of the ignorant or give me the strength to bear the knowledge.’ Elif Shafak, quoted by Mashal Khan Seventy years ago, Pakistan was born from a vision of hope. It was born with egalitarian ideals,…
I hear her voice. I hear her grieve. I hear her cry and I hear her call out in desperation for help. I still hear her first words to me: ‘Moudi, please help me! You are my only hope!’ These…
I was 26 years old and home visiting my parents. We were having the same old argument – marriage. This time the conversation centered on why I saw no point in meeting a 36 year old settled in Chicago while…
Cheers to my Muslim girls in every corner and crook of the world. I see you and acknowledge you. Cheers to the girl in hijab and the one without. Cheers to the girl who gets bullied, to the girl who…
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