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A Wanting Dream From The Past I am a dreamer, have always been one. It is the easiest way to turn off the evil and troubles in the current day dunya and return to the carefree, innocent life of yesteryears. Usually, these trances are a sure cure for my doldrums and I feel better afterward.…

Adventures In Senegal, Liberia, Sierra Leone The quest to offer quality education available to the children of poor communities worldwide provides CAI Trustees with wonderful opportunities for interesting and adventure-filled global travel. Last week, I am in West African with fellow Trustee Sohail and CAI African representative, Murtaza Bhimani. Consider my itinerary – Fly from…

Will my Imam (a) Be Pleased? I’ve just concluded a busy day commemorating Ashura. What with the a’amaals and emotional drain from reenacting the brutal slaying of my beloved Imam (a) and the violation of his family’s rights, I am exhausted. So I return home from Masjid al Hayy, a short distance away, and fall…

Mullah Mchungu Speaks His Mind  I am, in my relationship with Mullah Mchungu, at a crossroads of sorts. I humor him when he calls, and take the time to listen to him, grin and bear it when he calls me by unpleasant tags like ghadeero (ass) and mwenda wazeemu (crazy). I know he is very…

Vivid Imaginations – A Memoir: $55,000 has already been raised from the pre-sale booking of Vivid Imaginations – A Memoir. It is a recount of a memorable life of a Khoja Muslim with Gujarati genes, born and reared in E. Africa, migrating to the Middle East and then to the US. A frank and self-critical…

A Scolding I am frantically hoping, nay, praying that the Masjid al Hayy / HIC union will survive the initial, natural and expected turbulence of any new alliance and settle on an understanding to continue the marriage amicably. My prayers are that some respected and experienced elders will intervene, bring the two sides to a…

Holy Cow, Holy Ass, Holy Mess! I’ve blogged about India extensively. It’s a great country, my genes originate here, and it is my second home, since I visit her several times a year. India is also varied, complex and multicultural, she constantly elates and vexes me, and is a source of much pain, tragedy, and…

A Khoja Wedding In Montreal Montreal roads are best left to French Canadians; they are more suited to understand the mess that is navigating through this French-speaking city in otherwise more saner English speaking Canada; I only pray this statement does not create an uproar in the parliament in Ottawa. The roads from the airport…

Jiyo Pakistan, Zindabaad! You’d think Fatima and Nazir Merali’s home in Northwood, London is Janna, what with the variety of fruits on the table. We have Kesar mangoes from India, papaya from Brazil, plump cherries, apricots, plums, watermelon, oranges, and bananas! All exceedingly delicious. The one thing I have an issue with the UK is…

You may want to read part one here first? When I see these three girls, my heart does a somersault; Zainab, the middle one, has no shoes! She dons a pair of chaffed and dirty plastic chappals with thin socks hiding her feet. At my urging, Nabavi stops to chat with them, but Fatema, the…

I have never penned the story of how I landed up in and got involved with Afghanistan. The closest I can get to describing the feeling I have for this battered country is of a mother to her child. She bears incredible pain at childbirth, yet the love after the birth, even if the child…

Masjid el Hayy in Sanford is crowded and abuzz with eager Khojas waiting to know if we’ll be fasting from tomorrow, Monday, May 6. There would not ordinarily be such a large crowd, on a religious event-free day. A niyaaz dinner in honor of a just laid to rest prominent member of HIC does the…

Abdul Kareem Lalji is a big, towering personality; you can spot him from quite a distance. This largeness to his body size extends to his demeanor; cordial and likable, ready to listen to everybody with a ready, albeit wry smile. The man has been through a lot of trials and tribulations for a 43-year-old, 5…

Will missiles put rotis in our mouths? When my travels take me to Mumbai, India, which is often, I am royalty material. My encounter with immigration and customs is pleasant, courteous, brief. Being Platinum with The Leela, their driver picks me up in an airconditioned BMW and I am whisked up to my super-cooled room without…

Lucky Sohail and I are in the land of the Imams (a) once more, but this time, during the blessed birthdays of Shaban 3 and 4. Oh, what a soopa treat! Emirates Airline’s stepsister, flydubai, with matching step-sisterly service and attitude, flies us down to Najaf, where we arrive 30 minutes late, with my ears…