These beautiful words begin my book on Islam. These words written by Farid Al-Dun”Attar from “The Conference of Birds”. “It is not or the next I craveBut, for one moment, to be called your slave—With…
I neglect to mention that pig-tailed me and Japanese lady are in the bathroom, it does lend an aura of poignancy to the situation. I did just recall that my pig-tailed photo had to be…
Upon first awakening I am not in a good mood, not today, not any morning. I guess my mood could be described as wistful which is defined as having or showing a feeling of vague…
My personal history reveals this fact. As one of my cousins prophetically said: “We are) a family of strangers” and we were ( are are now again). My six female cousins( and yours truly came…
Christmas morning, 2020 7:30 am, Corte Madera, California. Woke up early, of course realizing it was Christmas Day – a day not being celebrated because I am now a Muslim. I open the door of…
A previous blog spoke of my mornings in San Francisco – noisy, dirty, depressing – traffic streaming by for months and months although there were no people on the streets except for those walking their…
First of all, let me say this. My San Francisco apartment was once ideally located in those all so long ago pre-pandemic days, but it was small – a one bedroom (actually a glorified studio…
Faithful readers will note that two topics are not commanding my (and hence your) attention in this almost daily blog. One topic is the Middle East, the other is the Coronavirus, the Pandemic etc. etc….
Monday was Primary Care Physician Day. I walked down the Boulevard clad in a headscarf, a face mask and a Christmas sweater, so indeed it was a mixed message. Personal at PCP’s office laughed in…
A gem was found in my Inbox; an article entitled What If You Could Do It All Over: The Uncanny Allure of our Unlived Lives written by Joshua Rothman. His initial college success as a…