The pressure is gone.
So many thoughts I had about who I should be, ought to be, and need to be, for myself and others.
So much pressure, so much stress, and so much confusion.
Listening to what loved ones said I should be and shouldn’t be, some of them proclaiming to know me more than I know myself. Continue Reading
The other day, a middle-aged man, who was with his young daughter, approached me for money. He mentioned something about needing to purchase something for his daughter. He said he needed $4. I wasn’t sure if I had an extra $4 to give him but looked in my purse to see how I could assist him. I am in no way rich but I do look for ways to help the unfortunate in any way that I can. Continue Reading
It recently happened amongst some believing sisters, and the start up of my anecdote was a mere conversation in an unnoticed garment of gossip on the corridors of a masjid after the Jumma prayer. Continue Reading