The Cherokee say, “When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.” Busy! It is the end of the school year and report cards are due; the end of a season and my classes at the institute are drawing to […]
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Pumpkin. That is what drew Andrea Cluck to join Ribaat. Yes, pumpkin. While attending a Lina Forward meeting in Ann Arbor, Michigan, she was virtually introduced to Anse Tamara Gray. “When Anse told us that we should eat pumpkin (roasted with butter and sugar) as it’s a practice of Prophet Muhammad (s), I knew I
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Sifting through the Mixed Messages: Gender Bias in Islamic Studies Curriculum Materials Tamara L. Gray University of St. Thomas & Rabata Inc Sifting through the Mixed Messages: Gender Bias in Islamic Studies Curriculum Materials Numerous full time Islamic schools and a plethora of weekend Islamic schools educate millions of Muslim children around the world. Moral
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Softly it falls. Each flake silently floats down to earth and creates a blanket of crisp, clean, white softness. It warms the eyes and brings a smile to the lips. It says ‘hush’ to the world. For a moment each window will hold a face peaking outside to assess the progress. Hands will wrap themselves
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He walked into my office and stood in front of my desk. A hardworking man, he struggled with class control and a language level below my usual expectations. I knew he was about to be fired, but I had been hoping to put it off for today. “What about my contract, ma’am?” He asked me,
The year: 1992 The city: Damascus A Quest for Bread The smell of bread wafts through the crisp morning air just as it has every morning for the past six weeks. It is 6:00 am, and I – on my way back from an early morning tajwid lesson – am starving. Every morning I suck
Labeling tells us who we really are – and we describe ourselves in many ways. I am an American. I am a teacher. I am female. I am a doctor. I am a reader. I am a coffee-drinker. Sometimes we label ourselves, and other times we are labeled by others. As a person who was
