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Leroy “Bus” Maxfield

Nobody knew why Leroy Maxfield was called Bus. No one except Milt. And he wasn’t about to tell a soul that it was because when the head umpire was six, he had set fire to the family home while using his mom’s kitchen matches to see if twigs would heat the oven. After all, his mom used the matches to light the burners on the stove, and the stove in the living room was heated with wood… His pa’s cries of, “He’s busted me! He’s busted me!” had jarred the neighborhood, and Leroy was “Bus” from then on.

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Be Like a Bird: A Ramadan Reflection

I stared. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the frozen figure. Anyone walking across the wooden bridge past me would’ve avoided the weird Muslimah caught in a trance. But I didn’t care, knowing that I could be witnessing something straight out of National Geographic, minus the British commentator. I waited, holding my breath, not wanting to miss the slightest movement to prove my suspicion. It had to be what I thought it was.

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The Power of Positivity

Abu Huraira reported: The Prophet ﷺ said: Allah Almighty ﷻ says: I am as My servant expects of Me and I am with him as he remembers Me. If he remembers Me in himself, I will remember him in Myself. If he mentions Me in a gathering, I will mention him in a greater gathering. When he draws near Me by the span of his hand, I draw near him by the length of a cubit. When he draws near Me by the length of a cubit, I draw near him by the length of a fathom. When he comes to Me walking, I come to him running. (Bukhari, Muslim)

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Back to Writing

To my dismay, I didn’t have another ready-made story idea burning a hole in my pocket. And when I thought of a few (really good ones, actually), a malicious voice always overrode my enthusiasm: This idea requires too much research… That one has a good premise but where would it go from there? And worst of all, You did it once, but you know you can’t do it again. The voice paralyzed me for years. 

Then I remembered my red spiral notebook.

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