Amelia’s story | Samina’s story | Hana’s story | Sumaya’s story | Alia’s story When I was a child, my family and I would visit Karachi, Pakistan every other year during November or December and spend a month there (I guess it wasn’t such a big deal if an elementary school kid started winter vacation…
Amelia’s story | Samina’s story | Hana’s story | Sumaya’s story | Alia’s story by Samina Mohammad Since I live in a college town in Indiana, Ramadan and Eid is the time when my community comes together to help the college students feel part of a family. The mosque has daily iftars for them and…
Amelia’s story | Samina’s story | Hana’s story | Sumaya’s story | Alia’s story by Amelia Noor I have a dear memory of my post office delivery worker from when I was a child. I lived in an apartment with my family, and my mother would always fry samosas for us before iftar time. Samosas…
My father happily walks into my room handing me a mug of tea, hoping it would make me smile. As I take a whiff, I smell the aroma that teases me from a distance on my desk. Just like the smell of pie teases passerby’s from the kitchen windowsill in Saturday morning cartoons. The aroma…
The grave news from Pakistan emerged last week with the devastating flooding. The death toll has now reached over 1,500. There are shortages of food, water, clothing, shelter, and supplies and, yet, the water continues to rise in the region. In Punjab, 15,000 homes have already been destroyed, leaving what is to be called “a…