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Yemeni Journey

What We Leave Behind

Waiting. Perfecting patience. Setting goals and working towards them one baby step at a time. Looking forward, keeping trust in Allaah. These have made up the last two months, months in which we are in a limbo between homes, out of one, but not yet in another. Walking the bridge,[…]

Between One Breath and the Next

Once again I find myself in the position of marking time, holding space, suspended between one breath and the next. It’s a lesson I learned long ago, the art of waiting, living on the inhale, knowing the exhale is sure to come. Eau Claire, Wisconsin: My marriage arranged, I’ve said[…]

Fighting Terrorism With Terrorism: The Story of a Yemeni Seacoast City living in ‘Drone fear’

I was given permission to share this with you all by the brother who wrote it. It is written by someone that my family knows personally, and it takes place in ash-Shihr, Yemen, where we lived for two years. This is the reality that most Americans want to ignore, to[…]

Knowing Hunger

Today, October 16, was named, by someone, somewhere, “World Hunger Day.” My Twitter feed was filled with calls to sign petitions and send messages to lawmakers. As I read various blog posts discussing the subject from different angles- though not a single one was actually written by anyone who had[…]

Telling the Story

I’ve made a commitment to commit my Yemeni Journey to paper, and try to get it published in book form, insh’Allaah. This has become a priority for a number of reasons. One is simply that my heart bleeds for my second home and its beautiful, strong people. Yemen faces so[…]

A Time for This…

I have not forgotten about Yemeni Journey…in fact I have been thinking about it a lot, as I start down the path of making it into an actual book, insh’Allaah. Mash’Allaah, though, there have been many distractions this month keeping me away from writing as I would like. Alhamdulillah, Allaah[…]

Entwined

There is a time of day, between waking and sleeping, between dream and reality, between one breath and the next, when I feel Yemen as close as my own heart’s blood. The years we spent in the mountains there, breathing ancient air, walking ancient paths, clasping the past and present[…]

Unexpected Grace: New Post at One Woman’s Day

As Muslims, we don’t celebrate birthdays- no cakes, presents, parties. But that doesn’t mean that the birth of each child isn’t special. On the contrary, I remember the day (or night, more often than not) that each of my eight children were born, and thank Allaah always for the gift[…]