While my father rarely shared details about his past, he often speaks fondly of his time at the University of Toronto as well as the University of British Columbia. I haven’t visited Vancouver yet (coming soon), but Toronto I’ve visited plenty. From asking for a “double double” at Tim Horton’s, to calling my male companions, ‘guy’ and telling my friend Pari that she is both “Yonge and Dundas,” Toronto provides endless adventure.
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Dear Imam(s),
”…. your site gave me my first real hint that Islam is not inherently patriarchal and conservative (“halal for me means sweatshop free”), an idea that I had previously dismissed.
Err, well, now I’m somehow compelled to lay my burdens down, hoping that you won’t feel obligated to pick them up but maybe to just visually estimate them.
Last year, KufiGirl recommended that I write to you while I was undergoing a spiritual crisis in which I went from being an atheist to being a believer (of some sort). At that time, I had been overpowered by an unexpected romance with the Qur’an that didn’t necessarily offer clarity.
I still haven’t totally converted, because I hate the idea of going back on it, and I am still full of doubt and concern at the idea of joining the Muslim world. I’m a very logical and critical person on the one hand, and a person of intense mysticist tendencies on the other. Also, I’m a rather hard core leftist/activist.
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“Turn Left, Ahead”
I have no intentions of turning left.
“ Turn Left!“ The sultry female voice commands.
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“One of the things I’m grateful for is children who challenged me when I was wrong, even though they had to suffer my wrath.” – My Father
On a Monday afternoon, roughly three years ago, a group of my friends and I drove over to Walker Bros. Pancake House (Hello, Apple Pancake!). As we settled in, Azam sat across from me as our waitress handed us menus. A few minutes in to some pleasant conversation, one of our mutual friends began to tell a story. I wasn’t listening, and continued to laugh, and comment while he was speaking. To be quite honest, I was being downright obnoxious. And I knew it.
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