Dear Kabir,
Even with my eyes closed, I can see with clarity, our hands entwined as we take a walk around the neighborhood.
I can envision the both of us in our white and in our black as we make rounds around the Kaaba.
The image of you teaching me how to recite the Quran clearly is vivid.
Oh my! I can see you leading our daily Solats.

Dear Kabir,
Our young children, I can imagine, are praying in Sujood.
Speaking to the Almighty who alone understands.
Hassan and Hussein are such great names to call our sons
Beautiful and amazing girls like our daughters should be called Asma and Arya.

Dear Kabir,
When Ramadan is...