By Saoirse Fitzgibbon I recently came across a video of people experiencing colour for the first time. I watched it on repeat and I cried every time. I imagined living in a world without colour, without the hues and shades that uplift me d...
By Meru Hussain I thought I was good at being happy for people. I really did. I used to question how and why it could be so hard for others to be the same. But just like the calm before the storm, a change in my circumstances gave birth to s...
By Aliya Vaughn Upon entering Islam, a new Muslim will face plenty of new changes to their lifestyle, including the breaking of bad habits. But do old habits die hard? I suppose it depends upon the person and which habit you’re talking about. ...
By Shalisha Smith “You must go through the process to get to a new beginning like a Phoenix from the ashes renewed and reborn” Divorce… Anyone who has ever been divorced is well acquainted with the multitude of emotions experi...
By Barakah Hassan It was 4:30pm on a Monday. I was in the middle of spring- cleaning my bedroom when I heard the gentle vibration of my phone on my bedside table. I looked over at it and picked it up- it was my agent. “Hey! I’ve got a job t...
By Umm Husamuddin A young sister approached me several months ago and asked if she could speak to me about a conflict she had in her mind. She had embraced Islam about a year earlier and after the initial ‘high’ of the shahaada and the buzz o...
By Chelsea Lynn We go through many different stages in life, each contributing to the person we become. Life-altering changes are valuable lessons, but they can also be hard to navigate. We become overwhelmed by the new unknown, losing pieces of o...
By Fatima-Minna Prior to the birth of my second child I felt a strong desire to have a ‘spring clean’ of my house, otherwise known as the nesting instinct! I sorted through every cupboard and drawer, discarding things that were no longer usefu...
By Abigail Maryam “Each new chapter of our lives requests an old part of us to fall and a new part of us to rise.”~ Jenna Galbut The sun was setting in Istanbul. While atop Çamlıca Hill with a dear friend, watching the orange-yellow rays sett...
By Jessica Deqamsseh The faithful continue taraweeh as I exit through the stairwell. A huddled mass of mother and child converge where the light recedes, a blurry confection of step and floor. The woman gently weeps, engrossed in her solitude. My ...