The Rajab Project
In 1985 I was a brand new Muslim and Ramadan came in the summer. It was hot. It was humid. I was fasting. It was the most wonderful month of […]
life lessons
A Quest for Bread
The year: 1992 The city: Damascus A Quest for Bread The smell of bread wafts through the crisp morning air just as it has every morning for the past six
Allergies
Every February I find myself with itchy eyes, non-stop sneezing, a scratchy throat, tight lungs and a little skin bubbling to boot. Allergies come early in Damascus. When I was
Faith: An Inestimable Blessing
I was asked to meet a ‘revert’ the other day. In this case I mean an Arab born Muslim who had traveled to Canada, fallen into sin and denial, then
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The Country Road
Ten years ago, I drove along a lengthy country path; on each side of me quaint squat homes surrounded by what looked to my American eyes like enlarged gardens, but
