Mosiac

Work has been eating up the rest of my life like A Very Hungry Caterpillar, hence no posts here of late.
I often have ideas for posts fizzing in my head, but so rarely have the chance to sit down and write them.
Nafs. Mine are sadly sturdy and well-fed creatures, but lately, they’ve not just been [...]

Cult Friction

At my old job, a while ago, we were sitting watching the tv in the staff room. The news was on, and one of the stories featured Sarkozy. Involuntarily, I grimace.
A colleague asks me, “So you’re not a fan of Sarkozy then?”.
“Definitely not. I’m just glad I’m not a French Muslim.”
“I can understand that”.
“Yeah, I [...]

Three years + of being a Muslim….

… and I still can’t sit still on the floor for long periods of time. There are children in the mosque who fidget less then me. Legs crossed, legs folded, legs tucked underneath – pins and needles, must stretch legs, legs straight out in front. Hope no-one thinks I’m being rude by pointing my soles [...]