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Three bites. That's how much of the sandwich came back in my niece Malak's lunchbox. Every day. Three bites gone, the rest squashed under an apple she also hadn't touched. My sister was throwing out what felt like half a loaf a week, and Malak,…
Our front door has a sticker on it now. Yellow, slightly crooked, put there by my nephew Yassin when he was five. It says BISMILLAH in his own letters, the S backwards. He made it after the morning his school bag strap snapped on the stairs and he…
My nephew Omar walked into his grandmother's flat last Eid, went straight past her, past the uncles on the sofa, and sat down in front of the plate of kahk. Didn't say a word. My mother just looked at him over her glasses. That look. Every Egyptian…
I won a Quran recitation contest when I was eleven. A small one, our neighborhood, a certificate and a box of dates. I came home and told every aunt who walked through the door. Every. Single. One. By the fifth aunt my mother pulled me into the…
I properly learned the bathroom dua at thirty, which I find a bit embarrassing to admit. As a kid I'd mumbled it at top speed, like a password, never once thinking about what the words meant. Then my nephew, four years old, stopped in the hallway…
My nephew walked into my room while I was on a work call. No knock, no word. He just stood there holding a banana, completely serious, waiting for me to notice him, and my whole team watched this happen on camera. I laughed, he laughed, I muted…
My grandfather could not sneeze quietly. Impossible. The whole apartment knew, the neighbors probably knew, a glass on the shelf rattled once. And every single time, from three different rooms, you'd hear "Yarhamukallah!" like a chorus nobody had…
