Iqbal’s Shaheen

By Musfirah Minhaj Shaheen…Does that word ever ring a bell? For the past few years, since I started reading, learning and understanding Iqbal’s poetry, there was a question that started roaming in my mind. Why did Allama Iqbal choose the Shaheen (the eagle) and not any other bird to mention and address the young generation?...

To Plastic or Not to Plastic

By Sidra Adil Ever since the advent of the industrial age, humans have been in pursuit of achieving ultimate convenience. In this quest, we have literally come up with an indispensable product. This product can be found everywhere - from toothbrushes and mobile phones to product packaging. Plastic has become such an integral part of...

Tis the season to be jolly… For Muslims too?

Part 1 of a two-part series on celebrating Christmas as Muslims. Check out Part 2! The Christmas period is super-sized world phenomenon. As soon as the year enters December, green and red tinsel starts decorating shopping malls and hotel lobbies. Fully-decked out Christmas trees are seen in homes and in offices. Special Christmas-themed movies and...

Ramadan Challenge: For the Muslim Ummah’s Pain!

By Sualeha Khan Have you ever scrolled down your Facebook news-feed or a news app on your phone and found heart wrenching news about bombings, pellet guns and Muslims facing torture for their beliefs and their way of dressing, or pictures of injured young, helpless children and bleeding bodies on the floor in different parts...

The ‘Bad’ Guy

Last year I read a post (https://momsofmuslims.wordpress.com/2016/02/27/one-who-should-not-be-named/) written by a dear friend of mine, Maria. Its message tugged at my heart-strings and I remember exclaiming, 'That's  awesome!' My eldest daughter was 2 years old at that time and I was confused as to how to explain the concept of evil/Shaitan to her. A couple of...

He Loved You!

By Umm IbrahimImagine the day when every identity of yours will become irrelevant.The day when no one will care which country you are from, which language you speak, whose son or daughter or husband or wife you are.The day when your education, career, political affiliations and social circles, all amount to fluff. No one will...

Gone with the Wind

Sometimes when I'm alone, I let my imagination run wild, My mind wanders through deserts, I let the sand be my guide I hear the hooves of horses, impatiently stamping the ground They wait for the command of the leader, awaiting just a sound I see in the eyes of warriors, bravery and determination Their...