Where do the women pray???

Well I think it's fine,
building jumbo mosques.
With the finest marble
and the finest glass.
But tell me, where do the women prayyy???

Here is a silly story I wrote for my daughter for when the time comes to transition her to her own room. I'm not ready for that just yet, but when I am I will read her this story.

Here is Charlie. Charlie is a big boy.
Here is Charlie's bed. But Charlie doesn't sleep in his bed. Only Margo, the cat, sleeps there.
Charlie likes to sleep with Mommy and Daddy.
Soon, Margo invited her friend, Fargo, to sleep in Charlie's bed too. Then Fargo invited her cousins Wargo and Dargo to sleep in Charlie's bed too. Then, Wargo invited Bargo and Dargo invited Pargo. And they all slept in Charlie's bed together. In fact, his bed was completely full of cats!
But Charlie didn't care, because Charlie slept with Mommy and Daddy.
One day, Charlie was given a Present. Charlie opened the box and inside was Bunny! Charlie and Bunny played all day together. When it was time for bed, Bunny wanted to sleep with Charlie. But, Bunny didn't want to sleep with Charlie's Mommy and Daddy.
Daddy's snoring hurts my long ears, Bunny said.
But where will we sleep then, Charlie asked? We can't sleep in my bed, it's full of cats!
Just then, Margo came in the room. Don't worry Charlie, she said. I will ask my friends to make room for you.
And so they did. The cat's all moved over until there was a tiny spot open in the middle. Charlie and Bunny hopped in. There was just enough room for them, and nobody else!

The night before Eid

Eid Mubarak! Here is a poem I wrote especially for this occasion. Guess when I wrote it? Yep, last night.

Twas the night before Eid, and all through the house,

everybody was sleeping. Except Amira, who was ironing her blouse.

The cookies were cooling, almost time to be iced.

The presents were sitting on the table, tied up nice.

Four pretty packages, all in a row.

One for Ahmad, Zainab, Salwa, Heba - but oh no!

How could she forget Sammy, who was only 2!

No present for him?? At this she became unglued!

How would she tell him, upon the next morn,

that she had forgotten his requested toy horn?

Just then she smelled smoke.

Could it be real? The room was on fire! It was no joke.

Oh, no, she said, I am rotten!

For the iron was for-gotten!

Later that eve, as the family huddled

out in the street, while the fire-hoses puddled,

and the flames consumed their every possession,

Amira had a Revel-ation.

Eid is not about presents, or fancy clothes.

It's about our spending time with those we love most!

Intro

Salaams all.

I created this blog as a dumping ground for my random writing and storytelling efforts, in the hopes of gaining a wider audience than my one-year-old daughter. Who knows, if I am any good maybe I will write a book. For now though, I am keeping my day job.

I should say that I am not really a Sufi, but Islamic mysticism intriques me and I love stories about jinns and the supernatural.