Tunjur, Tunjur!

There was once a woman who could not get pregnant and have children. Once upon a day she had an urge; she wanted babies. "O Lord!" she cried out, "Why of all women am I like this? Would that I could get pregnant and have a baby, and may Allah grant me a girl even …

Precious One and Worn-out One

The most powerful form of communication is that of story-telling; we learn stories from school, the news, our family and friend and whether we realize it or not, we are all held captive by them. Story-telling is a way to share our histories, our cultures and our lives with others and I think it's particularly …

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 …