I don’t remember a time when my mother wasn’t ill. I know in my head that she once was pain-free, moved easily, laughed with the careless abandon of a child. In my memory, though, she is always careful. Careful in the way she held her head, shoulders tense, as though[…]
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Alhamdulillah, the blessed month of Ramadhaan is almost upon us. In hopes of assisting my sisters to make this Ramadhaan one that is truly beneficial, I am teaching an online class on making the most of Ramadhaan. The class will be based upon my book with a similar title, but[…]
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[…]
When my husband and I began our first, tentative inquiries to each other when we were contemplating marriage, one of the things that came up and immediately bonded us was our desire to homestead. We wanted to get some land and raise our family away from the hustle and bustle[…]
You can’t imagine the joy I felt when our package from Pinetree Seeds arrived in the mail yesterday. After nine years of being unable to play in the dirt, unable to nourish little plant lives, unable to share with my family the goodness of home grown vegetables and herbs, the[…]
Just a quick note today- we heard from two different sources yesterday that some Red Crescent aid trucks were allowed into Damaaj with food and medicines, and they were able to remove some of the wounded. I have not been able to talk with Mujaahid, so I don’t know the[…]
The birds have begun their evensong in the tree outside my window. I hear the faint sound of children’s voices as they play in the empty field beside the house, as well as the laughter of my own children in the next room, setting up a grand tea party for[…]
A short post today, based on unknowns. Mujaahid called the day before yesterday and told me that a convoy of relief food was supposed to be on its way to the village. It had started out a week or two before, but was held up in Sana’a as they got[…]
Day 18 of the blockade, Mujaahid called me this morning with an update- every time the phone rings and it’s him I thank Allaah that the phone system is still up and running. When I lived in the village and the fighting was going on the phones were off for[…]
