See this mouse? Cute, isn’t he? Looking all innocent – with his little whiskers and tiny eyes. And do you know why he’s cute? Because he’s not real. A real mouse isn’t something to gush over. Especially when it’s in your house. The unexpected visitor If you’ve been here a while, you’ll know that I have a bit of … More Peekaboo
Warm days, spent playing in the garden.
Oblivious to time,
Free of all responsibilities.
Childhood
in it’s purest form.
It felt like every day was sunny – no matter the season… … More Memories of a past life
First life I was a latecomer to Islam. No – I didn’t convert into the religion. I was born a Muslim, but for most of my life growing up, I wasn’t really one – not the way I should have been, at least. I lacked the proper understanding, knowledge, and, most of all, commitment to … More Rebirth
I know I’d planned to not post anything while I’m away, but the opportunity came up, so I’d like to share some of the experience so far. We’ve been in Madinah for about 24 hours now, and just this first day has made me feel like this is a piece of Jannah. Of course, quite … More A little piece of heaven
The end. It’s been a long time coming, but it only hit me now – and it’s given me much to think about; with sadness and longing – because I’ve always been very sentimental about the past. Let me explain: For the last 12 or so years, I’ve lived in Cape Town. But I was … More The Final Goodbye
Though it wasn’t always comfortable – being cramped like a sardine into a minibus – I miss travelling by taxi. It was a great way to see a cross-section of society, and experience the constant risk of being pulled over by a traffic cop. That happened a few times. Once, the driver was arrested, so … More Taxi memories
The following is a true story: I pigged out last night – and I’m ashamed. After supper, I had a piece of Cadbury Fudge chocolate. The taste wasn’t what I was craving, so I had a marshmallow. That should have been enough – but it wasn’t. The baby was being put to sleep, and there … More Indulgence impulse
They say that home is where the heart is; and in my case, the saying certainly rings true. You see, this weekend, I’ll be moving homes, insha-Allah – and the impending move has inspired reflections on the homes I’ve had throughout my life. As I think about the places I’ve lived, I realise that – … More Where the heart is
“The others” (Part 1 of the story is here) Our first year in the new place was awesome. It was a perfect home for us: great location, excellent and active mosques close by, peaceful and safe neighbourhood, and close enough to our families – but still far away for us to have our own privacy … More Accommodating adventures: Part 2
“A place called home” When we first got married, my wife and I lived alone – in the same flat – my family’s – I’d been living in (alone) prior to marriage. However, that was only temporary, because events transpired weeks later and we were soon looking to move into another place. Initially, we were … More Accommodating adventures: Part 1
slip-sliding away..... 