As my children entered their teens, I noticed that they and their friends were expressing Islam in a manner that was quite different from their parents. A rather sensible version. When we had opened the doors of our mosque in Staten Island in 1990, Muslims of various ethnicities filled up the prayer hall—Pakistani, Indian, African-American, Arab, Turkish... Each group was expressing the faith in their own way... READ MORE (SabeehaRehman.com) ...
I Felt Ashamed…
T'was the Third Sunday in Advent, and I, a Muslim woman, had been given a place of honor at The Church of St. Paul & St. Andrew in New York City. Every year, the pastor invites me to participate in services, and read passages from the Quran from the chapter of Mary. But this year was different... READ MORE (SabeehaRehman.com) ...
A Hologram For A Visitor
I asked him, 'How did you pass your time living in the attic for two years?' The moderator pushed a button on the console and repeated the question, 'How did you pass your time living in the Gorskiis' attic for two years?' The holocaust survivor, sitting on the stage, uncrossed his legs, with a whimsical look, answered, "I imagined stories, made up stories, and entertained myself with these stories." Then he was quiet, and just looked straight at us, waiting for the next question. This wasn't ...
Ramadan in the USA
At first, I stopped fasting. I had come to the US in 1971, a newly wed bride. In Pakistan I would fast regularly, but here in NY, the communal sense that goes with fasting was missing. No iftar gatherings, no one around you fasting, no Muslim community, no sounds of adhan announcing the beginning and ending of the fast, no Ramadan Mubarak signs adorning the stores... So my husband and I just stopped fasting, and it went on for a decade. It was only when my children started growing up, that we ...
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