It’s the fall which frightens you; shocks you. The THUD as you hit the cold floor. Suddenly it’s very dark. All the shadows of your past and the fear of the unknown future surround you. You sigh. Still in pain from the fall. Failure. You say to yourself, ‘I’ve failed’. You think to yourself, ‘I’ve failed.’

My Lord, I cannot thank you enough for finally opening my heart to put on the hijab. At first I felt it was difficult, but when I took the first step, You opened the doors and made things easy for me. Alhamdulillah.

Insha’Allah in this episode we are going to be talking about utilizing the month of Ramadan as a month of healing and recovery. You know it has been a very long year, and some of us have experienced all sorts of trials from divorce to death in the family to maybe falling out with some friends. Maybe people are having issues in this economy finding employment issues with their kids. Maybe people are suffering from different types of addiction. Maybe they are just unhappy.

It was a warm summer night. Sweat trickled down our backs as we climbed the stairs to the roof of the two story bungalow. It seemed barren. The boundaries were antique with intricate carving; they were old but sturdy, a witness to all the conversations ever to have occurred in their vicinity. How many boys and girls must have played there, how many arguments must have surfaced, how many deaths grieved. Who knew the secrets this ancient place withheld?

My decision to wear hijab was a quick one. A sudden one. One that could only have been decided for me.