#IllRideWithYou – The World I Want to Raise My Children In

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Perhaps – no, I’m certain – that these are the images and these are the stories we need to remember.Christians joining hands to protect Muslims bowing down in prayer in Tahrir Square in February of 2011 while protests and fighting raged around them. Or in 1941 Sarajevo, when Zejneba Hardaga, a veiled Muslim woman, covered the yellow star on her Jewish friend Rivka Kalb’s left arm as they walked through the streets.Or today when Australian Rachel Jacob tweeted that a Muslim woman sitting o … [Read more...]

Patheos Welcomes the “Love, InshAllah” blog

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A few years back a manuscript (for review purposes) came mailed to my house, not too long after I joined Patheos as the managing editor of the Muslim channel. It was Love, InshAllah - The Secret Love Lives of American Muslim Women. I was hooked. Some chapters spoke to me, some shocked me and made me really uncomfortable, while others made me reflect more on love in my own relationships.  More than anything, it made me think of the conversations about love and relationships that I want to have … [Read more...]

Seven

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It’s a Friday night, and I’m doing one of the things I love most to do – watching your little legs pump furiously up and down the field as you chase after the ball with your teammates, playing the kind of crazy, legs-a-flying soccer that only five- and six-year-olds can play. There is a cloud of legs and dust wherever the ball goes, and finally, after four seasons of playing, your “one shining moment” has come:You score!You run down the field and leap into my arms, pumping your fists and … [Read more...]

Fourteen

Usually you have the third row of the car all to yourself, but with your Nanajan (maternal grandfather) catching a ride with us, I’m sitting with you in the back, encroaching upon your space. But you don’t seem to mind. You are unexpectedly happy to have the company.So this is the perspective from where you sit every time. It’s bouncier back here, and though the people in the front – usually me and your Baba – are less than seven feet in front of you, somehow we seem far away, our voices muff … [Read more...]

You are Enduring Love

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My darling boy,The sun is shining and the air is warm with the scents and sounds of a spring most awaited. You are swinging in the hammock in the backyard, spinning your beads on a twig with your hoodie pulled over your head and sunglasses perched on your face. God, you are handsome.It seems fitting that on today, World Autism Day 2014, we have come to a point in our autism journey where the path has played a cruel, cruel trick on us. Where there seems to be no alternate route, where the … [Read more...]

To Have and to Hold

Lil D upon waking up

Last night after putting you to bed, after turning off the bedroom light and turning the closet light on and leaving the door ajar, after turning on your white noise machine, after uttering my usual nighttime prayer for you, after rubbing coconut oil on the lingering scars on your face and your consistently chapped lips, after covering you with your favorite heavy blanket and kissing your forehead, I left the room and shut the door.Throughout all this you said nary a word to me. You giggled, … [Read more...]

Finding His Calm

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What is the function of the behavior?I can’t tell you how many times special education teachers, therapists and behavior therapy experts have asked me that regarding why Lil D does the things he does and the way he does them. Friends and family will ask a different version of this question – What’s going on with him? Why does he do [fill in the blank]?I’m sitting with him in the basement watching him go through his current stages of retreat, which may or may not be accompanied by a full-o … [Read more...]


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