We are waiting for Ramadan to begin. Sprawled across the living living carpet after Maghrib namaz, my brother and I are not very old but not very young either. We are definitely…
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Aiysha Malik
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He leans the entire length of his body against a geometric garden carved into the standing oak panel. At three feet high, it is still one foot taller than him. You watch…
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I examine the notebook first. It’s more of a journal really, with thick pages and a substantial binding. In a moment of indulgent up-selling, I had agreed for my initials to be …
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At the start of 2020, Sumaya and I renewed our intentions for Mamanushka – what it is and what we’d like it to be. We committed to upholding Mamanushka as a…
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“Neglect not your time, nor use it haphazardly; on the contrary you should bring yourself to account. Structure your litanies and other practices during each day and night. This is how…
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A Sweet Treat For Blessed Times Nobody likes to read the story before the recipe anymore. That’s what the internet says. All those words I guess, are getting in the way. Writers…
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Years ago, in the dusky Maghrib light, I sat upon my prayer mat and let myself feel the loss of shifting friendships and the empty space of my own widening perspectives. In…
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Or How To Unpack The Experience If You’ve Already Seen It It’s not the way you expected it to go. After a long wait and months of anticipation, Disney’s new Mulan movie…
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I am being quiet. I am being quiet on Mamanushka. Quiet on my social media. Quiet while sipping my morning coffee and quiet while on my evening walks. I am being…
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My Dearest Ramadan, I write to you in the stillness of the night. In the quiet darkness that eluded you and I for so many years. I with my babies and…