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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[…]

Night and Day

During the month of Ramadhaan, the Yemenis turn their worlds upside down. Night literally becomes day, and day becomes like night. We don’t follow this custom, preferring to keep things in their usual up and down state, but we can’t help but be affected by it throughout the entire month.[…]

Breaking Fast

It is about half an hour before time to break fast. The sun is slanting in the windows, whispering its goodbyes for the day. Outside, the dusty streets are filled with people hurrying…the old men who play dominoes for hours every afternoon are packing up their game board and pieces[…]