When the Crane Fell – A Reflection on Personal Piety and Helping Others

I recall Hamza Ji as an elderly man of Gujurati descent. He was dark-complexioned, short and slightly plump as elders do sometimes become. His prominent feature was a beautiful white beard, some hand-span long, which matched the similarly-colored kufi on his head. On our flight to Medina, he sat a couple of seats behind me;… Read More When the Crane Fell – A Reflection on Personal Piety and Helping Others

The Last Word (A Short Story)

I love crossword puzzles. The labyrinth of letters keeps me company— a distraction, a small reprieve from the throes of life. But I’ve only ever completed a few. I become bored or frustrated, and I crave a fresh page full of empty squares. I’m too proud to flip to the back of my booklet. As in most situations, I’d rather find my own answers. Why should I cheat myself out of the thrill?

You hated my crosswords— said I should spend time with you instead. But now I’m in “the zone,” and I push your pouting face out of memory.… Read More The Last Word (A Short Story)