I asked my parents’ souls to send me a sign, forgiving me for converting from Christianity to Islam My father’s angel laughed, saying, “Both names are the same in one.” My mother beamed approvingly, hinting I was on the same path to paradise....
HOW Was Your Day, ‘my boy’ — a Term of Endearment I Often Use With Him “I’m doing great, alhamdulillah,” he uttered as he stood under a rainspout, warm Bangladesh downpour enhancing his upper silhouette. I knew he was blissfully...
The sibling said, “Do not lose yourself in your new relationship.” I replied, “ I have finally found myself after many years of being lost.” “But you now look so different, and we are uncomfortable with your new persona. You do not fit our family mould.” To which I...
