Um, where was this when I lived in New York City with D and his baby sister A more than a decade ago and used to practice walking up and down the aisles of our local grocery store with D, praising him for keeping himself together and giving him an M&M at the end of every aisle? (Yes, I know it was classic ABA, classic Pavlovian training, all that. But it was pretty much the only thing out there at… Read more

The future rewards those who press on. I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I don’t have time to complain. I’m going to press on. – President Barack Obama As I waited for my own fella, I saw the youngster walk out of the school, accompanied by a teacher’s aide. I had seen the child numerous times in the past, in fact just the day before when I had been at D’s school for a parent-teacher conference and… Read more

Last night (in my opinion) ended badly. This morning started badly. I had to do what millions of parents who were not in favor of a Trump presidency were doing: Break the news to my kids. It did not go over well. We get small pockets of time with our children to explain tough things, times when they are open to hearing us and absorbing our words. You look for those times and dive in when you see it. Quickly… Read more

  Well here’s a new thing I’m trying! I knew I’d be live-tweeting the election and ensuing results – now you can follow my tweets here in this blog post! It’ll be all curated here, which is great if you’re not one to be on Twitter (because frankly, it’s not a very nice place at times!). So bookmark this link and follow the fun about what my 13-year-old daughter says on election night (her comments this year throughout the debate… Read more

Editor’s note: This is a letter from my friend Rabiah to her 10-year-old son Issa. Dear Issa, This past year has been a challenging one…to say the least. You have heard a lot of talk about kicking people out, not letting people in, and what it means to be American. All of this divisiveness in our national debates has no doubt trickled down to your young ears and left you wondering — why can’t grown-ups get along and do the… Read more

This is a guest post by Shaheer Mirza, a high school student, about his experience with bullying. By Shaheer Mirza “Don’t go near Shaheer!  He has a bomb!” “Terrorist!” “Do you belong to ISIS?” These are the statements I’ve repeatedly heard as a middle school, and now, high school student. When the taunting started in sixth grade, I tried to brush the words off and kept a low profile.  But it was frustrating.  I had done absolutely nothing to my peers,… Read more

“He (Musa) said: ‘Oh my Lord! Expand my breast for me and make my affair easy to me, and loose the knot from my tongue (that) they may understand my word … (Quran 20:25:28)” We are committed to owning our own narratives and taking action in many worthy arenas. But what about the most vulnerable in our communities? What of their families? What about the spiritual struggles of families with special needs — embracing them, including them, connecting them to… Read more

Editor’s note: This is a guest post by Zainab Bint Younus, aka the Salafi Feminist. By Zainab Bint Younus It is Allah alone who created the months of the year and it is He alone who chooses which of those months are sacred, and which of those days are meant to be days of celebration and commemoration. In the Sunnah of RasulAllah (sallAllahu ‘alayhi wa sallam), we have ample evidence of specific examples: the month of Ramadan, the last ten… Read more

By Layla Abdullah-Polous Editor’s Note: This piece is a guest post by Layla Abdullah-Polous, who founded the site Native born American Muslims. Writer’s Note: Although most readers know me for a certain writing style, occasionally, I need to let my indignation be my guide. This is one of those times. Initially, I really didn’t have more than a passing interest in the fact that a covered Muslim woman would have her name or face in a periodical like Playboy, its… Read more

Like millions of other Americans (and global citizens), my husband, daughter and I gathered together to watch the first of the 2016 presidential debates between Republican candidate Donald J. Trump and Democratic candidate Hillary R. Clinton. A mere ten minutes into it though, I was ready to check out. Not because I was fed up or frustrated with the debate, but because it was approaching D’s bedtime. So I headed to his room to hang out with him until he… Read more

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