Ruqaya's Bookshelf: From our Hearts to yours

In my first year of studying social work, one of my professors said something I thought was quite profound. It was about the power of asking the ri...

Fear is something each of us knows intimately. No matter where you live or who you are, you’ve experienced some version of fear. It’s universal. We...

My husband died in August 2013 when our daughter was 9 months old. In the years that followed, I wrote extensively about my experiences with widowh...

n mythological stories, the hero sometimes has to battle a great beast in order to survive, or rescue someone, or get his hands on some magnificen...

A Letter to my daughter: You are beautiful. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you in the hospital after a difficult labour and delivery – yo...

I tend to let my daughter play with everything she wants to play with (except if it’s dangerous, is the property of someone else or will cause me u...

Have you ever heard the saying — Youth is wasted on the young? Those of us who can still lay claim to being young often have no real sense of the v...

To my daughter, We were at your cousin’s house and his father rang the doorbell. Your cousin, as he ran towards the door, yelled “Baba’s here.” And...

A letter to my daughter. It was physically impossible for Maryam (as) to be pregnant. It was ‘impossible’ for the sea to split in half for Prophet ...

This piece isn’t really about eyebrows. When my husband was killed, so many things in my life immediately changed. I had no time to get used to the...

This article was originally published in The Message. I’m one of those parents who stares at her kid as she sleeps. I notice every curve of her fac...

Over the past few years as I struggled to teach my daughter good habits, I came to the realization that the only way she could really learn was thr...