Come To Allah….Come To Allah

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…..”The beauty of the words of the adhan and the voice of my dear son as he beckons us to pray are familiar sounds in our home on any given day. Today, however, I am stopped in my tracks!In the process of donning my hijab, a shrill little voice also beckons…..“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar……Come To Allah, Come To Allah!”My 2 1/2 year old daughter calls “come to Allah”. Her innocent but attentive mind has mistakenly combined the iqamah with the adhan, replac … [Read more...]

Changing Hats

 I’ll be honest, it might not show but working away from my family eats away at me. Especially in the early months of motherhood, it pained me to leave my daughter behind. Now that she is more independent, the burden of my working has shifted slightly from causing me self-inflicted pain, to being verbalized by my daughter who pleads with me not to go to work every morning. For a while I thought no good would come to my family as a result of my job, and that working was an entirely selfish en … [Read more...]

Strawberry Picking

          Of all the bountiful blessings that summer brings, fresh fruits must be on the top of the list. How refreshing it is to bite into a ripe, sweet and juicy melon, cherry, nectarine, peach or strawberry! Beyond the bliss of eating fresh fruits is the experience of picking your own from a plant that is bent down with the prime pick of the season. For those who have never experienced this exciting routine, Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) programs nationwide are trying to bring the expe … [Read more...]

Remembering Ramadan at the Intersection

We’ve seen her regularly over the last couple of years, standing near the corner of a main intersection, waving a promotional sign for a store in the nearby plaza.  She’s a familiar face to us now and her hand gestures consistent...high, medium and low.  She stands in the brutal Canadian winter cold.   She stands in the sweltering heat of the summer.  And it seems every time we see her, I think about what a tough job she must have.  My kids have noticed too; my twelve year-old son has even declar … [Read more...]

Building A Foundation

Alhamdulillah I have been Muslim for ten years now. I grew up in a household without religion but with a strong sense of spirituality. We were God-conscious but without a religious home. My father became a Muslim when I was eleven years old. I became a Muslim eleven years after him.As Muslim parents, my husband and I are facing the challenge of establishing an Islamic tradition in our family. Alhamdulillah I see how blessed our son is to be brought up as a Muslim. In a way, insha’Allah, this w … [Read more...]

Give Me Back My Shoe

I am not a fuzzy-wuzzy mother.  Ask either of my daughters - I’m loving but downright tough most times.  I don’t put up with nonsense from my own girls, so far be it from me to tolerate ill-mannered children that don't belong to me, in private or public places.Having said that, I am of late rather bothered by numerous complaints from others, actually just other women, about being bothered by children in the masjid.  I have heard complaints about the disruption of khushu’ from children bouncin … [Read more...]


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