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6: Time for My Children

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6: Time for My Children

I still remember the day someone placed a squirming a little infant in my arms and said, “Congratulations, Mommy!” Mommy. The word excites me, scares me and weighs down upon me like nothing has ever done before. I am to help this little child find direction in life, direct her towards what’s good in this life – and more importantly, a good life in the hereafter.

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If Only I Did READ

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If Only I Did READ

I was flipping through my blue Physics text book, which had exactly 796 pages. “Oh God,” I whispered to myself. Will I really be asked to read 796 pages worth of Physics? And then will I be expected to understand the information, and later apply it? I most certainly did do all that and more in my university years, as I incessantly solved past papers and did random exercises to pass my exam.

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Evita’s Story

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Evita’s Story

The first thing I noticed about Evita was her shining face, with a pretty purple hijab firmly in place. As she pored over her book, trying to understand the glorious words of the Quran during our Tafseer class, I made a mental note to catch up with her after class. Evita had a very interesting story to tell, and in this email interview with me, she talks about her inspirational journey to taking the shahadah.

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When Fasting Becomes a Chore

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When Fasting Becomes a Chore

I click lazily at yet another Ramadan article in my inbox. It would have been a good read – except that I’ve already come across quite a few articles in the same vein. An all-consuming yawn almost knocks the computer backward, and I look wearily at the clock. Sigh. Still some eight hours to go before Maghrib.

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Skeletons in My Closet

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Skeletons in My Closet

My (somewhat colourful) past is gnawing away at me like a particularly troublesome termite that nibbles stealthily inside a piece of furniture. I stand dangerously like the infested chair, threatening to fall at any moment as I brood pensively, my mind entangled in a host of memories best left forgotten.

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