This is the End…

Dear friends, For awhile now I've been fighting against what I've considered the death of this blog. I've tried to revive it so many times, but the truth is that my heart is no longer in it. For awhile I mourned this fact, but I realize that it's like writing a book; you stop when …

My Gram is Love…

"Hi honey, have you heard the news?" my Uncle's perpetually calm voice queried. It was 9am, I had just woken up and began pulling on my clothes to go to work. It was too early... "What news?" I could hear the sharp anxiety in my response - bad news was coming. "Well Gram," he began …

An Account of Clashes

It was Friday, long past the hour when the adhan rang out along the streets and rooftops shepherding the final stragglers through the yawning doors of Ibrahimi Mosque to rest upon the compassionate breast of Allah. The sun sizzled in the cloudless, summer sky causing everyone's clothes to stick to them like a second skin …