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....

"There is goodness in everything", a phrase that Umme had always said since we had met. Umme is that Pakistani mum who...

"Sam, can we talk, please?", Mum asked as she sat looking down at her clasped finger in her lap. "Of course, Mum.", I...