Ramadan Log DAY 29: Dua Answered

We’ve made it to the end of Ramadan, and what a month it’s been. I have been tested time and time again, went through withdrawal of music and TV, was faced with the hopeless thought of not being able to complete my goals, and alhamdulillah surprised myself at the things I have been able to accomplish.

I ended Ramadan almost the exact same way I started it, with a test of patience. The story is literally almost exactly the same as my post on Day 1. I had too many things go wrong, too many plans change or get cancelled, was put on a time-crunch to get to my class on time, and had moments where I just wanted to break down. After one too many small arguments with various family members, and my own inner turmoil with pre-holiday drama and planning, it took all of me to not lash out at someone.

It was one of those days where you feel the anger and frustration affect you physically. Your body tenses up, your hands shake, your empty stomach feels vulnerable as ever, and you constantly have to stop your eyes from filling with frustrated, overwhelmed tears.

I was going to be driving to my Sunday class, and I knew that if I just put on one of my CDs in the car, the music would distract me from my problems and I would be able to calm down. I wanted so badly to just drown my feelings away by listening to my favorite group.

But it was the last day of Ramadan. It was my last chance to make something out of this month. It was the final hours of really pushing myself to be able to cope and live without music. All month, and particularly in the last ten days, the idea of turning to Allah (God) rather than worldly comforts has been thrown at me over and over again. This was my test, my last chance to really take those words to heart and implement them in my life.

I was skeptical. I knew how bad I was feeling, and I so badly wanted the feeling to go away. From experience, I knew that music would make it better, and I was skeptical about using other alternatives. But I had to put my faith in God. I had to fully give myself to Him and trust in Him enough to help me. So I got in the car, turned on a CD of Qur’an, and spent the 30 minute car ride listening to the 30th juz.

And it worked.

Not even ten minutes into the car ride, and all of the physical manifestations of my anger had vanished. I could relax. I could breathe. I could talk to my sister without having to control the tone of my voice or the harsh words I was afraid of saying. By the time I got to the class, I was completely calm. I was happy in fact.

The funny thing is that I hadn’t even planned on going to class this week. I was going to stay home, clean my room, and get ready for Eid. That was another example of where I had to really push myself and keep my priorities in check. In what was potentially the last blessed moments of Ramadan, I decided to abandon the menial chores and spend those moments in a gathering of Muslims reading and talking about the Qur’an.

It may not seem like a big deal, but in these two instances, I really changed the way I normally act. Sacrificing things that only benefit me in this life for experiences that would improve my soul and my afterlife – that’s huge for me. In these last few days, I have been praying and praying and praying for God to allow to me leave Ramadan a changed and better person, and literally until today, I hadn’t seen the change. But He really does answer our prayers.

Another alhamdulillah moment of my prayers being answered: I finished reading the Qur’an today. My first time ever completing the Qur’an in one month. I promise, I’m not doing this to brag or make myself seem better than I am, but I want everyone reading this to remember one thing: Once you set a goal, for the sake of pleasing God, no matter how impossible the goal might seem along the way, with sincerity and faith in God, you will be able to complete your goal. The entire Qur’an seemed so daunting at the beginning of the month. Heck, eight pages seemed daunting every single time I opened the Qur’an to read, but I did it. Alhamdulillah.

No, I didn’t finish Muhammad, but just because Ramadan is over doesn’t mean I’m done with reading. InshaAllah, I’ll keep reading it until I am finished, and I do plan on blogging about it once I’m done.

That’s it for the month! Thank you to everyone who kept up with my blog this month. I don’t do this for the comments. I write to inspire. I write to convey a message. However reading comments and hearing people tell me that they read my blog every night gives me an indescribable joy. Hearing that people older than me are interested in what I have to say is unbelievable. So thank you, to those of you who read, commented, or talked to me in person. Thank you for hearing me out, for giving me a chance, and for giving me this medium to express myself and motivate myself. I said this last year and the same is true for this year: if it weren’t for this blog, I know for a fact I wouldn’t have been as active as I was during Ramadan. Knowing that I would have to have something prepared for all of you by the end of the day always pushes me to do more and reflect more.

I also want to give a special thank you to those of you who came from my K-pop blog. Thank you for opening yourself to something new. Islam is my life, literally, and it means so much that you went out of your way to learn more about it.

Jazakallahu Khayr. May God grant you with goodness.

I can’t forget:


Biryani, Cabbage Wraps, Date Balls, Chole, and Salad, prepared by the students in my class

Biryani, Cabbage Wraps, Date Balls, Chole, and Salad, prepared by the students in my class

Caramel Tres Leche Cake for dessert

Caramel Tres Leche Cake for dessert

Eid Mubarak everyone! Happy Eid!


Ramadan Log DAY 27/28: A Perfect Ending

Last night was one of the last nights of this Ramadan and I spent it in beautiful ibadah surrounded by my Muslim sisters. It was our youth group’s annual Qiyaam Ul-Layl, where we stay up for the entire night and devote our time to worship and spiritual improvement. It is always such an experience every year, and with each new year, I love the event even more. The organizers create a whole program out of it, with group prayers and discussions led by female scholars of Islam, but throughout the night we are encouraged to do whatever we need to do to get the most out of the night. I spent quite a bit of the night in our little mosque area reading Qur’an, which is just the epitome of peace and tranquility.

Interestingly, the “theme” of this year’s Qiyaam was building a connection with the Prophet Muhammad (S), which is perfect considering how much I’ve dedicated this month to doing just that. Throughout the night we heard stories and quotes from the Prophet (S) and about his life, many of which I had just read in my Muhammad book. It was amazing hearing the stories I had just finished reading and learning how they can apply to our daily lives. They even addressed the conflict of being told to love the Prophet (S) without really understanding why, which is exactly what I overcame this month! Alhamdulillah.

We also spent a lot of the night learning how to compose really powerful duas. One of the facts that they established is that dua is the act of talking to God. In Islam, we don’t go through idols or other people to talk to God; we talk to Him directly, no matter where we are or what state we are in. At the beginning of the night, we were each given a notebook to log our thoughts and feelings, everything we wanted to talk to God about, and at the end of the night, my friends and I composed all of these thoughts together and put them into a dua, asking for God’s protection and help in our affairs. I was skeptical about the exercise at first, thinking it was a kids activity, but I found it incredibly beneficial for myself. In writing out everything I wanted out of my life and the afterlife, I learned things about myself. I guess some of my duas were already answered, because the activity allowed me to lay out my priorities and really think about how I would be able to accomplish the goals in my life. The process has already begun. πŸ™‚ I really encourage everyone to try this. Writing really can help you organize your thoughts and understand what you are really asking for when you call on to God for help.

While I did get very far in the Qur’an last night, I’ve been so busy and tired today that I’m a few pages behind. Tomorrow is potentially my last chance to finish the Qur’an, and inshaAllah Allah will allow me the time to complete my goal. I am just one page into the 29th juz (out of 30), giving me about 40 pages to read between now and tomorrow night.

All day today I had training for a summer camp job, and between the training and the Qiyaam, I only got about four hours of sleep, and I didn’t have the time nor energy to read any of Muhammad today, so no quote for today. I would like to finish the book before my last blog post of the month, but to be honest my main priority right now is finishing the Arabic Qur’an, so we’ll see if I end up finishing Muhammad tomorrow. Even if I don’t, I do promise to write a post about my thoughts on the end of the book once I am finished with it, even if it’s after Ramadan.


Pakora and Chocolate Chip Cookies for iftar

Pakora and Chocolate Chip Cookies for iftar, made by my beautiful family members and friends. You know who you are πŸ™‚

My attempt at making my Chicken Chili without looking at the recipe. It turned out more like soup, but it was still pretty good.

My attempt at making my Chicken Chili without looking at the recipe. It turned out more like soup, but it was still pretty good. At least that’s what they told me.

I sincerely hope everyone has a good and blessed last day of Ramadan tomorrow! Tonight and tomorrow are our final chances to squeeze out the last drops of blessings and ibadah of the month.

Ramadan Log DAY 26: New Hobbies, New Stories

Again, it’s another potential night for Laylatul Qadr, so I’ll keep this post short.

It’s the final countdown of Ramadan! Our last chances to grab those last few moments of blessing and reward while the month is still upon us. I had been planning on posting a Kpop-related video on Monday, but seeing as I would be spending my last few days of Ramadan working on that, I’ve decided to postpone it. It doesn’t seem like a big deal on the surface, but this is me working on fixing my priorities. We have to start somewhere.

I discovered a potential new hobby today! Sound-mixing! I’ve been into video editing for a couple of years now, and I’ve always been impressed with people who can edit and mix together songs and sounds the way that I can with video, so I decided to give it a shot today. I’m nowhere near close to a final project, and what I have is pretty messy, but it’s a start. It was fun experimenting with a new software.

Finally, finally, finally the Muslims have found victory and peace in Martin Lings’s Muhammad. In today’s section, the Prophet (S) went back to Mecca to reclaim the Kabah as the house of Allah, removing all pictures and idols from inside. As he does this, he finds that more and more people of the Quraysh are finally seeing the light and pledging their allegiance to God and Muhammad (S).

“Having given orders that Hubal, the largest of the fallen idols, should be broken to pieces and that all of them should be burned, the Prophet had it proclaimed throughout the city that everyone who had an idol in his house must destroy it. He then withdrew to the nearby hill of Safa, where he had first preached to his family. Here he received the homage of those of his enemies who now wished to enter Islam, both men and women. They came to him in hundreds”

(Lings 301).

What a poetic and happy turn of events. Seeing Muhammad (S) get rid of the idols and be surrounded by his now thousands of supporters must have given the the people of the Quraysh the push they needed to embrace Islam. I remember how sad it was back in the beginning when the Prophet’s (S) own family members would completely abandon him because of what he was teaching, and now to see a lot of them come back is really nice.


My special Chicken Chili. This is one of my favorite dishes to make. I learned it my International Foods class back in high school and I'm so glad I kept the recipe. It's so good.

My special Chicken Chili. This is one of my favorite dishes to make. I learned it my International Foods class back in high school and I’m so glad I kept the recipe. It’s so good. If anyone wants the recipe, leave me a comment. (It’s spicy!)

Note: Tomorrow I won’t be posting anything for reasons I will divulge the following day. Stay tuned!

Ramadan Log DAY 25: Five More Days!

Only five more days! It’s strange to think that while Ramadan will end in five more days, Eid is only five days away. I am so excited for Eid. No matter how old I get, Eid will always be a special time for me. Dressing up, meeting so many friends and relatives at Eid Prayer, that quiet lull after Eid prayer to relax, only to prepare myself for the family party in the evening. I love it all.

However we do still have five more days of fasting and ibadah to complete. It’s not time to celebrate yet. It looks like today was my last day this month where I was just free to do whatever I wanted at home. It was a pretty good day, alhamdulillah. I was on the hungrier side, but at least I was at home. I made a lot of progress on a video I’ve been editing, got a lot of writing done and read quite a bit of Qur’an. I even ran some errands today.

Can you believe that? I’m a college student, and I was running errands. It sounds so…mom-ish. It was fun though. I felt like a little adult buying groceries and going to the bank. (I bought ingredients for a recipe I’m going to make tomorrow, inshaAllah, that I’m SUPER excited for!)

I only have a little bit left of Muhammad to read (around 40 pages). Here’s the deal with Muhammad: I loved the beginning, where the story focused on Muhammad (S), his family, and his personal life. Now that we are getting into war and politics, I’m losing interest. Of course, since this book is a biography, there are sections here and there about a new baby being born or a family member dying, but I’m finding less and less of those stories.

I am not a history-lover; I’m much more into narratives, so my disinterest in this section of the book is all based on my personal preference. Martin Lings is still doing a great job in taking these historical events and giving them a story. I was happy today to read about Abu-Sufyan’s conversion to Islam (finally), but it was surrounded by all of this political talk that I’m not really sure what made him convert or why that was so significant to the story, making it kind of anti-climactic.

But, I always have to remind myself: This is not a work of fiction. It is an account of history. It is what it is.

My quote for today is sad, but also really touching. During a battle. Zayd, the adopted son of Muhammad (S) was killed, and this is his family’s reaction:

“Umm Ayman [birth-mother of Zayd] and Usamah [son of Zayd] and the rest of Zayd’s family were in [the Prophet’s] house. He had already condoled with them; and as he returned, Zayd’s little daughter came out into the street in tears, and seeing him she ran into his arms. He now wept unrestrainedly, and as he clasped the child to him his body shook with sobs. Sa`d ibn `Ubadah happened to pass by at that moment and searching in himself for words of comfort, he murmured: ‘O Messenger of God, what is this?’ ‘This,’ said the Prophet, ‘is one who loveth yearning for his beloved'”

(Lings 288).

It’s sad, but at the same time beautiful to see just how much the Prophet (S) loved Zayd even though he wasn’t his son by birth. I never got to share the story of how Muhammad (S) adopted Zayd, and that itself is also a touching story, and I encourage everyone to read it. Throughout his life, the Prophet (S) treated Zayd as his own son, which (1) shows that adoption is very much allowed and can produce beautiful bonds in Islam, and (2) just makes one feel even closer to the Prophet (S) and want to love him even more. Anyone can relate to losing a loved one.


Watermelon for iftar

Watermelon for iftar

Frozen Pizza for dinner. It's hard to make pizza look artistic, but there you go

Frozen Pizza for dinner. It’s hard to make pizza look artistic, but here you go

Ramadan Log DAY 24: The Language of God

I’ll try keeping this one short since tonight is the 25th, a possible Laylat Al-Qadr night.

You know it’s going to be a difficult day when you wake up in the morning already hungry. I suppose it has to happen to all of us at least once during the month. Alhamdulillah, I was able to attend a lecture today, but afterwards I was so tired and hungry that I spent the rest of the day in my room. It was leftover day anyway, so I didn’t need to cook or prepare anything for iftar.

It did serve as a nice way to slow down and give myself time to sit with the Qur’an and my Muhammad book. Sometimes all you have the energy to do is read Qur’an, which is not a waste of time at all. I reached the 23rd juz (out of 30) and got to read Surat Al-Yaseen (Chapter 37) after Fajr this morning. Only a week left until I will have completed the whole Qur’an, inshaAllah! After Asr today, I read Surat Al-Saffaat (Chapter 38, “The Rows of People”), which is one of those surahs where every ayah (verse) is no more than a line or half a line. Every time I get these little clues that I’m reaching the end, I just get more and more excited.

One of the things that the speaker at the lecture said today is that we as Muslims are so blessed that we have been taught the language of God. Every time I read the Arabic words of the Qur’an, I feel so thankful that I know how to pronounce and read the Arabic characters. SubhanAllah, once you learn Arabic, pronouncing the words is so simple and straightforward. It’s not like English where there are a million exceptions to the rules. Each letter is for the most part pronounced the exact same way in every word. The tajweed (a style of recitation) gets a little more complicated, but anyone can learn the basic sounds of the letters and be able to take part in the benefit of reading the Qur’an.

I’ll end today with a really cute story I read in Muhammad. One of the chapters I read focused on the Prophet (S) and his relationship with his wives. You’ve probably gathered by now that the stories concerning the Prophet (S) and his family life are always the ones that draw me in. This particular chapter actually focuses on the conflicts that occurred between the wives. A’isha was the youngest of the wives, and very quick to express her feelings; as Martin Lings describes, “Her feelings were always clear from her face, and nearly always from her tongue” (Lings 271). While the Prophet (S) treated them all with love and equability, naturally A’isha would sometimes feel jealous of the wives, and they would feel jealous of her.

Back when I first learned that this occurred in the household of the Prophet (S), it made me feel uneasy. Until then, I had imagined the lives of the Prophet (S) and his family to be perfect, at least emotionally. However, the more I read about him and them as human beings, the more I understand that it is natural that discord within the family can occur, and that shouldn’t take away from our admiration of the Prophet (S) and his family. How is he supposed to be an example for all of humanity if he never had the opportunity of demonstrating how to handle conflict?

Keeping that in mind, here is the story. Trust me, it will make you smile:

“Jealousy was inevitable in the Prophet’s household, and he did his best to make light of it. Once he came into a room where his wives and others of his family were assembled, and in his hand was an onyx necklace which had just been given to him. Holding it out to them he said: ‘I shall give this unto her whom I love best of all.’ Some of the wives began to whisper wryly to each other: ‘He will give it to the daughter of Abu Bakr [A’isha].’ But when he had kept them long enough in suspense, he called his little granddaughter Umamah to him and clasped it around her neck”

(Lings 273).

Let’s add this to the list of “Cute Stories They Don’t Teach in Sunday School,” shall we?


Leftover night! Rice and Kofta. Mmmmmm

Leftover night! Rice and Kofta. Mmmmmm

Just so you guys know, I don’t eat like this normally throughout the rest of the year. I’m all about the pizza and the sushi and the taco salad. Ramadan, however, is special. Ramadan is my Indian-food time. πŸ™‚

Ramadan Log DAY 23: I Belong in the Kitchen

So as I’ve been spending my days either reading Qur’an, sitting at my laptop, or out of the house, my poor room has been severely neglected. I spent a good portion of today cleaning my room and putting away half a months worth of laundry. I’m still not even done. My goal for this month was to finally go through and file away all of my school papers (from APRIL!) and of course I still haven’t gotten around to doing it. Interesting how we save things to do during Ramadan, the days where we supposedly have so much more time to do things, yet those things never get done.

For the past couple of weeks, I kept having deadlines to do things: make the Tasbeeh’s in time for the party, cook the chicken pastries before the ingredients go bad, edit a video for a mosque iftar. Since Thursday, I have just been reveling in not having something time-sensitive to do. It’s been a little strange though. All day I felt like I should have something that I should be doing (well, there are always things I should be doing…), and I kept feeling like I was forgetting something.

I was in the kitchen again today! Even though it was only for the half-hour before iftar, I loved it. Fasting or not, I absolutely love cooking. It’s fun for me, of course, but there is something about being able to create these tasty and beautiful dishes with my own hands that gives me such a sense of accomplishment.

It always pains me to see feminists talk down upon being in the kitchen and cooking for our families. I was once in a conversation with someone, and he spent the whole conversation trying to convince me that I don’t really want to be the type of wife who stays home and takes care of the house. He kept making it seem like my culture or my parents were pressuring me to feel like that was the type of life I needed to live as an adult, but that is so not the case. Cooking is beauty and creativity and innovation. We should not be downplaying it, or making a girl feel like she is conforming to a “bad” stereotype by wanting to cook for her family.

On that same note, I really admire women who are tailors. Tomorrow, inshaAllah, I’m going to be picking up some clothes that we gave to a family friend to tailor for us. Similar to cooking, I think the job of a tailor is amazing. This woman runs an entire business from her house. She creates beautiful, multi-colored dresses out of simple pieces of fabric. Anyone who criticizes women who have “traditional” jobs like cooking or sewing, saying that they aren’t living to their fullest potential or they are submitting to the will of a man or whatever feminists are talking about these days, should really take the perspective of women in these jobs. Sure, some women are barred from education and forced into domestic jobs, but those jobs do have value, and there are some women who genuinely like doing those things. Just as some men may seem “oppressive” in their perspective on what a woman “should” do, lately I’ve been seeing certain movements of feminism as just as equally “oppressive.”

Wow, that turned into a rant. I’m not sure if this idea of pushing women out of domestic jobs and into more business-like jobs is still prevalent (it’s actually been a while since I’ve personally heard it), but the idea has been out there, and it just annoys me to no end. Stop telling women what they “should” or “shouldn’t” do and just let her make her own choices.

My quote today from Martin Lings’s Muhammad comes from after the Battle of the Trench, when the Prophet (S) led his people back to Mecca for the annual pilgrimage. It put the Quraysh in an interesting dilemma:

“When Quraysh heard of the departure of the pilgrims from Medina, they were filled with misgivings… Never had they known a more serious dilemma. If they, the guardians of the sanctuary, were to hinder the approach of over a thousand Arab pilgrims to the Holy House, this would be a most flagrant violation of the laws on which all their own greatness was founded. One the other hand, if they allowed their enemies to enter Mecca in peace and comfort, it would be an immense moral triumph for Muhammad. The tidings of it would spread throughout Arabia and be on everybody’s lips; and it would serve to place the crown of defeat upon their own recent unsuccessful attack upon Medina. Perhaps worst of all, these pilgrims’ performances of the ancient rites would serve to make the new faith more attractive and to confirm its claim to be the religion of Abraham”

(Lings 248).

Lings began Muhammad describing the Quraysh, how they were among the most respected people in Arabia because they were the keepers of the Kabah. They took care of the sacred area and were known to be very welcoming and accommodating to all of the pilgrims who came for their pilgrimages. Throughout this entire ordeal with them so violently rejecting Muhammad (S) as a Messenger of God, their pride was always on the line. This dilemma that they faced with the Muslims coming back as pilgrims only demonstrates that even more. To them, it didn’t matter whether or not Muhammad was telling the truth; one of their fears was that people would realize that Islam really was the religion of Abraham. All they worried about was their pride, so much so that they were willing to break any good that they were known for just to stop Muhammad from completing his ritual.

That has been one of the most interesting things I have learned over the years about the Quraysh back then. It wasn’t so much that they believed Muhammad (S) was wrong. They were just too full of themselves to let him be right.


My beloved Bhajiya

My beloved Bhajiya

Rice and Spinach and Dill Salan given to us by a family friend and my grandma's Kofta

Rice and Spinach and Dill Salan given to us by a family friend and my grandma’s Kofta (blurry picture :/ )

Ramadan Log DAY 22: The Ramadan “High”

Gosh, with every new day, I can feel Ramadan getting closer and closer to the end! There are only eight, maybe even seven days left! I am super excited for Eid, and of course looking forward to the relief from the constant diligence of fasting and being on super-Muslim mode, but at the same time I’m kind of sad. I almost don’t want everything to go back to “normal.”

Why can’t we keep up these super-Muslim habits after Ramadan, you ask? Last year, at one of the lectures I attended, the scholar actually gave a very real answer to this question. Ramadan is a month specifically for being on super-Muslim mode. We are encouraged to go above and beyond in ibadah (worship of God) and good habits. We are expected to take on an extremely spiritual and moral style of living to take advantage of the multiplied reward given to us this month as well as raise the bar for ourselves. It’s impossible to be “Super-Muslim” constantly, so we are given Ramadan as the single month to really push ourselves. Once we get to that relief at the end of the month, the “normal-Muslim” way of living we were at before Ramadan should feel too easy in comparison, thus we can slowly add on one new good habit after another that we gained from Ramadan without being too overwhelmed by doing it all at once permanently.

In the class I attended today, we talked about fasting in a really interesting way that I never before considered. During Ramadan, we are free from food, and we are also free from Shaytan (Satan). In addition to that, I try to make myself free from TV entertainment and music. One of the blessings of these kinds of fasts, and one of the reasons why Muslims get on this spiritual “high” during Ramadan is because without all of these distractions, we are able to see the world and our lives for what they really are. We are able to look ahead, past lunch or the next TV show or the next concert, and see what our real priorities are in life, as well as our afterlife. Our teacher also added that these fasts aren’t meant to make us completely detached from the material world, but it is for us to be able to appreciate the world for how it really is.

This got me thinking to all of the times that I feel the closest to God, my religion, and myself: Ramadan, when I fast from food and entertainment. Camping, when I’m away from electronics. I know that people feel this on Hajj, when they are away from their homes and going through rituals that involve walking long distances and being physically close to the raw earth.

Now that we’re in an age when we have infinite distractions constantly at our fingertips, it feels like we need cleansing times like Ramadan and Hajj more than ever. Even weekend retreats during the other parts of the year are helpful, and frankly, really needed.

I finally found a happy quote for today from Muhammad. I have heard this story before (just within the last year actually), but I loved it the first time I heard it and reading it today was such a treat. It is a short story about Prophet Muhammad (S) and his wife, A’isha. While they were on some kind of expedition (I’m not totally clear on why or where), A’isha lost a necklace that was given to her by her mom on her wedding day. Even though they were with a long caravan, the Prophet (S) had everyone hold up so that A’isha could find her necklace. At their next camp, A’isha and the Prophet (S) decided to have a playful race together.

“‘I girded up my robe about me,’ she said, ‘and the Prophet did likewise. Then we raced, and he won the race. “This is for that other race,” he said, “which thou didst win from me.”‘ He was referring to an incident which had taken place in Mecca, before the Hijrah. `A’isha added, by way of explanation: ‘He had come to my father’s house and I had something in my hand and he said: “Bring it to me,” and I would not, and ran away from him, and he ran after me, but I was too quick for him'”

(Lings 240-241).

I love hearing stories of the Prophet (S) with his wives. They never tell these stories in Islamic schools, and I will never understand why. Everyone always says to love the Prophet Muhammad (S), but it’s stories like these that really do make me love him. It is so sweet how much he cared for A’isha. She was much younger than him, and even though he was older, he still made sure to take care of her and let her have fun.

I know I said I would post two quotes today, but this one is nice by itself. I think we could all use some simple positivity right now. πŸ™‚


I love these weekly potlucks. For dinner, Chicken Biryani, Salad, Dolma (Grape Leaves), Spanikopita, Kheema Rolls, and Chicken Shawarma

I love these weekly potlucks. For dinner, Chicken Biryani, Salad, Dolma (Grape Leaves), Spanikopita, Kheema Rolls, and Chicken Shawarma

For dessert, a homemade Fruit Tart and this Chocolate Chip Cookie pizza

For dessert, a homemade Fruit Tart and this Chocolate Chip Cookie pizza thing (sooo good!)

May God bless everyone who cooks for others during Ramadan. It always feels good for me to be able to prepare food for those who are fasting, and likewise, I am always so thankful for those who provide food for me. Jazakallahu Khayr. May God reward you.