This week, I went to the City to meet a friend. I arrived fairly earlier than the appointed time. That’s something I still don’t like as much about traveling by National Rail, where you can reach a venue and be as much as half an hour early, unless you want to be almost half an…
Eid Mubarak. Two months and ten days after the end of Ramadan, it is time to celebrate again. As the millions who have gathered for Haj complete the obligatory prayers and rituals, the rest of the world joins them on the tenth day of Dhul Hijjah to perform a sacrifice following in the prophetic tradition…
The past weeks have been a time of quite a few firsts. I went for my first hike ever here in the UK. Organised by a group of a few London mosques, it felt like a nice way to get initiated into hiking. Plus, I had heard good things about the previous hike they did….
UPDATE: This year, I’ve shifted the blog to my primary website www.asifkhan.in. You can view the updates under Projects, or simply by clicking here. 5 years is a long time. When I started this blog in 2011, it was out of a sense of loneliness. Living alone in a big city wasn’t the best…
Well yes. Not exactly, but yes, in a way I was thrown out of a mosque today. If you’re wondering why you don’t see any pictures on this post, that was in fact the reason why I found myself in a situation which turned unsavory enough. For a really long time, I think it’s been…
Another evening, another exit from a mosque. And another pat on the shoulder. Rather an arm around the shoulder. I was too busy looking at the image preview on my camera, so I didn’t pay much attention thinking it was one of the friends who was following me down the stairs out of the mosque….
Anybody moving around South Delhi would at some point cross that flyover plus major junction known as Chirag Dilli, situated on one of the arterial roads which cut across Delhi. The name always gave out that the place had some historical significance – I could never find the time to know more about it. Till…
I almost missed out on being in time for Iftar today. Yes, I almost did. And I don’t have anything else to blame but my ever confused mind, which just keeps on throwing up multiple choices at me, and never is it the case that out of the options available, only one is the right…
Someone calling out my name, a tap on the shoulder. I turn around and see that it’s Farrukh Bhai, complete with wife and kid. Now I haven’t seen Farrukh Bhai in ages – last I remember it was around the time his kid was a toddler, and now he looked like a kid who was…
After yesterday (and the splitting headache which accompanied the wait till Suhoor), I had made up my mind that I’m definitely not going to adhere to the philosophy of eating light at Iftar. Plus in a way, Ramadan had ‘officially’ not kicked in for me yet. There is a fairly popular anecdote in the region…