April is autism awareness month! March 30, 2015. Alhamdulillah, very excited to be on the GreedforIlm podcast for World Autism Day talking. Certain blog posts are composed entirely of angst. This will be one of them. Look, an update! March 14, 2015.

An Ode to a Great Teacher. At this rate i will be needin a tissue box when i graduate. But where was I? Yeah the great teacher part. This semester our Development Economics professor Mr Khalid Farooq was phenomenoal. He actually made us think! The truth is I read all.

I love baking when I have some time off to myself. with lots of room to experiment. I also find it to be a simple but great way to express your love for someone. a cousin, an aunt, a friend. My Take on Carrot Cake! This mor.

Thursday, March 08, 2007. Back from the dead? Oh, sure feels like that! Morever, I could even access other blog comment pages and leave my own comment too.

A while ago an artile on islamonline caught my attention. Most of the above names are well known, and alhamdulillah many of them are the contemporary scholars of our time, others great callers of Islam. The great scholar Sheikh Ibn-Taymiyyah had remarke.

Somewhere to keep hold of my thoughts on religion, science, and technology. And whatever else is on my mind at the time. Of course, many of you who read this will probably disbelieve this whole statement because taqiyyah. 7 When I was g.

Reflections, Musings, Information on Personal and Spritual Growth, Experiences in Egypt and managing a home and anything else that peeks my interest . all from a Muslim Pakistani-American mom living in Cairo. Thursday, February 17, 2011. I mean this is my blog. I have a right to spell words wrong, be happy, be cranky. Anyhow, life is good. Allah has been merciful to me and I fe.

I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence. Fear is such a weak emotion thats why I despise it. We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth. Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few.

On September 11, 2016. I was 27 years old and I was writing my will. I was apologizing to friends and family if I had ever done anything to hurt them. I was thinking over my life. It was an eerie feeling as I imagined the possibility of dying and never returning to my apartment. At these moments of chaos a.