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Yemeni Journey

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[…]

Blessed Night

Last night the moon rose large and luminous over the pine trees behind the neighbor’s house. Always beautiful, whether showing a sliver of bare shoulder above a gown of star speckled black or staring down at us, full-figured and lovely, proudly flaunting the rich curving body of night. Body of[…]

Real Hunger is No Game

I received an email from my son, Mujaahid, today. He and his family are still living in the small mountain village that we called home for three years. This village was recently subjected to a months long blockade, which I wrote about in my “From the Front”series here at Yemen[…]

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[…]

A Link in the Chain

Last night we listened to the winners of one of the Qur’aan recitation competitions in Cairo, Egypt. Mash’Allaah, the recitation was so incredibly beautiful, it made my heart long for the Yemeni homes we left behind. I also found myself praying for my children, as well, that their hearts remain[…]

Lessons at Dawn

Early morning, the time of the Fajr prayer, is one of my favorite times of day. This has been the case no matter where I’ve lived- in windy Wisconsin winters with snow tinted pink with the sun’s first rays, or in the foothills of the Rockies, where the mountains clasped[…]