We must remember that we cannot see into the hearts of humankind and so we cannot judge and, certainly, cannot condemn.

There is a hint of irritation I feel whenever I hear the question, “Are you Islamic?” But the part before that question, I don’t mind so much. “I’m asking you this because you’re wearing a headscarf…are you Islamic?”

Here is some advice to consider while being caught up in the business of university life. We all wait for the day when we will finally be college students.  It is the freedom of taking classes later than eight in the morning, the freedom to choose our professors, and sometimes, the chance to live like […]

Allah subhanu wa ta’ala has given us, the women, the most beautiful right – our hijab. And when we have pinned our hijab and walk out the frontdoor, we need to remember who we are – all the time.

I casually walk across the Brooklyn Bridge every now and then; I stand side by side my fellow MTA brethren on the long haul home during rush hour as we attempt to tune out subway entertainers who obnoxiously strum the notes of an off-key guitar directly into our ears, and surprise us with an accordion player who tips his hat out expecting to be thanked for those two minutes of pure torture. I have proudly passed in front of the Empire State Building after emerging from the 6 train and gazed upon Lady Liberty during my free ride on the Staten Island Ferry. I’m a NYer enough not to have actually paid to see any of our city’s landmark wonders.