I blame my mother who would celebrate everything from religious holidays, to birthdays, to end of semesters, and A+s on tests with cards, decorations and over-the-top enthusiasm. While I won’t go scavenging discount stores for “Congrats on your new job” cards every time one of my millennial friends finally get off unemployment, I did inherit her love of celebration. Continue reading Hijabi-Elf: Christmas as a Muslim convert
My Facebook feed was buzzing with worry and fear: half a world away, Beirut had fallen victim to a terror attack. My Muslim and Arab contacts shook … Continue reading #PrayforHumanity
While having me was certainly fortunate, it was definitely not my dad’s best decision. As a gay man, living a lie and dragging my innocent mother … Continue reading Sharing in the happiness!
I am of the few looking forward to Christmas. Not because, to many Christian brothers and sisters, it is a time to remember the birth of Jesus the Christ–our Prophet Isa– or for many Pagan brothers and sisters it is a time of celebration of the solstice, nor for the Holy celebration of Chanukah for Jewish brothers and sisters. I respect all faith traditions, but the reason I look forward to this season is what most people abhor of the holy days: its heavy reliance on family time and gift giving. I realize that for many, it is a sad … Continue reading The Art of Giving
Je n’ai jamais été une enfant difficile à nourrir Comme la plupart, j’ai essayer d’éviter les croûtes de pain à une certaine époque et je ne suis toujours pas amatrice de macaroni au fromage — que voulez-vous je suis une enfant bizarre. Mes aliments favoris ont toujours été et seront toujours les légumes et les fruits, de préférence frais du jardin, sauf les tomates. Je haie les tomates. Ou devrais-je dire j’haissais les tomates? Ma grand-mère avait l’habitude de faire pousser des tomates dans des pots sur son balcon. Ses tomates, elle nous les apportaient lors de visites. J’aime énormément ma grand-mêre et ferais n’importe quoi … Continue reading Les tomates mûres | Ripe tomatoes
Shortly after returning from my grandmother’s funerals, I received news that a wonderful woman, a woman I called “Mom #2” most of my life was terminally ill. I turned around and travelled back to my family to spend time with her. This woman… is the picture perfect of the wife, mother, friend and neighbour that one can hope to become. I know many of you think you know people like her, but I have never, in my life, heard anyone speak about a woman the way everyone around speaks of her. She was my age when she married a hard-working … Continue reading Picture perfect memories