If insomnia has to be induced, let it be for this night, and this night alone. Laylatul Qadr could be any of the odd nights in the final third of Ramadan — 21st, 23rd, 25th,… 

After two days of breaking the fast in a ‘non-Iftar-dastarkhwaan’ setup (first day of the shoot, and the Azaan alarm on the phone app went off as I was pressing the camera shutter, while on… 

Last Friday already. Jum’atul Vida. Alvida Juma. The Farewell Friday. I still can’t believe how I missed it. That time when you realize how just those the criticality of those five minutes and of the… 

Lightning never strikes the same place twice, but what about Irony? I wonder if there is a term for Irony striking the same way twice. It is one thing to abstain from food and drink,… 

Ramadan means many things. Ask anyone randomly, and naturally, most responses would have something to do with giving up food and drink during this month. Words like abstinence and self-restraint. Expressions which speak of the… 

All that talk over the past couple of days about endurance and patience and keeping it all together. Who would’ve known that things would take a turn the way you want them to so soon,… 

“So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny?” Thirty one times. The same question. Yesterday’s fumbling about with endurance began to make some sense. Most things in life start making sense after… 

As is the rule, the weekend came with its Iftar invitation. Maybe it’s just me, but has anyone ever felt a sad twinge at not being able to brag out loud to the Iftar host…