I remember, Mama

I remember, oh how I remember. I remember, how as a child, your presence always soothed me. How I always slept better with you by my side. I remember the nights you spent studying with me; all those classes that I never liked, and you secretly detested too, yet you helped me through them. I…

Meditation using the Holy Names of Allah

As a yoga instructor, I have attended my fair share of meditation sessions, but never in Arabic and never with an Islamic theme. Today, for the first time, I have tried an Arabic and MuslimĀ  meditation session titled “Allah Names Meditation & Cleansing Chakras Workshop” by the yoga instructor Rania ElMagraby. This meditation session uses…

Living in Cairo: All the good

  Moving from one city to another can be quite difficult, but the move from Ottawa, Canada to Cairo, Egypt is on a completely different scale of difficulty. Yes, I am Egyptian. Yes, I have lived in Cairo for many years. And yes, I don’t have trouble speaking Arabic (most of the time). Yet the…

Question of Identity

Who am I? I am a dual citizen. I am Egyptian; I am Canadian. And I am culturally torn between the two. I have lived one third of my life in Kuwait, one third in Canada and one third in Egypt. I am torn between the two identities. You see, I have lived in the…