I am near to finishing a nine-mile run about a month ago when, with about one mile to go, when…

‘Hair,’ my marhoom friend Shafiq Allaina, who was blessed with thick, almost unmanageable mane of wiry hair once disclosed at…

I seem to have kicked up a Minnesota style blizzard regarding my latest Blog – Baby Sultana’s Eyes. Some people,…

In Dubai recently, at Emirates Mall, browsing for nothing in particular, I notice an Arab family of five, with a…

Continued… I encourage her to leave the brothel, but she is scared of Khaala and the consequences; Zulaikha might have…

‘O Land Of Kerbala, My Son Is Innocent…’ This is the lament of Sayyeda Fatemah (A) today, as we commemorate…

While I jump at the opportunity to accompany Yusufali on his most recent adventure to Afghanistan, his only condition that…

Some five years ago, Nazim Mirza, a destitute peasant farmer from Mursheedabad, WB India, moves to congested and grimy, smelly…

My recent trip to Afghanistan has been grueling, one of the most taxing I have experienced. The return flight from…

So Muamar Ghadaffy bites the dust, pulled out of a sewer casing like a rabid rat, dragged through the streets…

I am in an exceptionally good mood today, sitting at my desk making headway on my novel when my cellphone…

My 4 Days In Haiti For almost three years, Ibraheem Al Mahdy, a Christian convert to Shia Islam some six…