Mangoes and Memories: Ramzaan Through the Decades
My earliest memories of Ramzaan are from around three years old in Bradford. Our parents would feed us, put us to bed and then go back downstairs! We didn't really know why and opening roza
My earliest memories of Ramzaan are from around three years old in Bradford. Our parents would feed us, put us to bed and then go back downstairs! We didn't really know why and opening roza
As the month of Ramadhaan comes to an end, I am reminded of a conversation over coffee with a dear friend and she was telling me about where she drew her Divinity from, “The Moon,”
I recently started following pages on Instagram relating to South Asian heritage and saw this caption posted by @southasianqueens: “I feel like marriage conversations and pressures often start much before the age of 24. I
Reborn They asked me why I changed my hair and got rid of all my old clothes. As I tie the strings to my silk dress, I smile and say I'm being reborn again.
In your heart are a thousand lost valleys some washed through with rivers some old bone dry rusted as a sunset in your heart are a thousand deep sea caves phosphorescent, haunted by the unclassified,
Bismillahi ar-rahmani ar-Rahim In an article on the effects of secularism and liberalism on the Mosque, Dr. Abdul Hakim Sherman Jackson, observed that our contemporary approach to Islam as a mere “religion” was inspired by
Shukry Adams shares a few of his illustrations and digital collages with us. Through his creations he finds solace and catharsis in any and all forms of creative output, with a keen focus on the
“We have reduced love, this cosmic divine force, to a small sliver of its full potency. Nowadays when we speak about love, we almost exclusively refer to romantic love. But for the mystics, love is
These photographs form an ongoing investigation into the relationship between death and spirituality in the Muslim Cape. The first point of reference are the kramats, wherein are buried Muslim saints - known as 'awliyah'. Dotted around
The Last Visit A short story and photo series by Shameelah Khan For my late grandfather. Papa Your skin bent Under the weight of the moon Managing to make water the shape of its shadow