Muslim Families

The Powerful Bonds of The Family Unit

I have an uncle whom I had never met until about a year and a half ago. My dad hadn’t seen him in about 30 years, the last time being when he was just a small boy. We could have passed him in the street and not known who he was, but after we got acquainted with him and the reality that he had the same blood in him as we did sunk in, it was as if we had known him all along. He was in our unit and received and was entitled to the same love as anyone else. I wouldn’t have believed that it would make so much of a difference to whether he was related to us or not, in how accepting and loving we were to him, but it was. He was family and that’s all it took.

New Life, New Beginnings

As my father picked up my new baby brother and called the azzan in his ear, the crack in my father’s voice from the tears running down his cheeks would make even doves cry. He was our gift from Allah SWT and one we know from experience that we take for granted all too often. He came just in time for Ramadan when most of us usually start counting our blessings and come to realize just how many we have.