Category Archives: and the wee hours of the morning.

In which she talks about sehri

by robina Posted on 1 August, 2012

I’ve been hoping to write a little bit about Ramadan here, because I’ve been reflecting on its meaning and role in my life a lot this year. But one of the things about Ramadan, especially in the summer, is that … Continue reading →

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In which she shares a small morning.

by robina Posted on 17 July, 2012

I’ve never been an early riser, despite my best intentions. I only rise early when I am forced, begrudgingly, by one reason or another: a child crawling all over me, the endless chattering of birds while camping, an alarm that … Continue reading →

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