This is 58!
The night before my birthday, my son asked me to reflect on what memories I’m excited to make in the next 20 years, from age 58 to 78, especially if there are no limitations or obligations. I loved his question as it gave me a chance to dream and wonder.
Sharing my story is helping me heal
How we tell our story to ourselves and to the world gives us agency and provides us with the most potent panacea of all—hope.
If the hat fits…
The traditional way to celebrate the end of a cancer treatment is to ring a bell, but my way is to experience a story… How do people survive such heartbreak, let alone create something beautiful out of it?
My soundtrack for proton radiation
But before the process of proton radiation begins each day, I'm always asked one question: What music do you want to listen to?
The ART of letting go
I have no illusion that these paintings are any good at all. And that is absolutely fine with me.
What’s hair got to do with it
I’ve always had ‘big hair’—thick, wavy, and full; the kind that hairdressers and aunties always complimented. But what happens when you lose your hair completely.
On kindness, and chemo
I have never been more surprised in my life, or more moved by an act of kindness showered on me.
The Unexpected Blessings of Falling Ill
To be honest, I wasn’t expecting the deep, specific, personal, wide-ranging guidance that you’ve been sharing, in response to my query about what helps you get through hard times.
We’ll get through this again InshAllah
Four days were packed with some of the most serious somber issues I’ve ever faced—and some of the most joyous simple moments I can remember. Isn’t that life. The beautiful and the cruel, the light and the weighty, the happy and the sad all wrapped inextricably together.
Sharing some personal news
It’s been a difficult few weeks. As the focus of my writing is sharing our personal stories, I wanted to let you know about what I’ve been facing.
My two most favorite words
Who knew that one day I would become a storyseeker and “only connect” would become my mantra.
“What a beautiful time we spent together”
Abderrahim caught sight of the Arabic tattooed on Zayd’s biceps; I whispered to him to cover it up …
Every life lost a story
Loss cannot be expressed with a concise, terse number, no matter the number of digits it contains. Each person lost is a life story.
Reaching for hope
It’s hard to write a ‘humanKIND’ newsletter when we are witnessing daily acts of inhumanity. Perhaps what I can offer is a place of refuge—a place to gather to dare to hope, as we continue to agitate for peace.
Flying with chains
It was a challenging summer, mainly with health issues—my father-in-law’s, my mom’s, my own. But it was an unexpected trip at the end of the summer that helped me put things in perspective.
We’re all storytellers
I’m not sure how the conversation with the Pakistani High Commissioner in London started with my telling him the story of how Arif and I first met and he poured the whole bottle of chilli pepper into the curry he was cooking—not the usual way to start a formal meeting with a high-level diplomat you’re meeting for the first time!
What would you keep?
My dad bought this figurine from his family’s auction house in Kolkata when he was maybe 18 or 19. Why did this piece catch his eye?
My word of 2023
Be present, take your time, enjoy the process, let life simmer, take a deep breath and cool it down, savor the results — and slurp as needed!
A letter of gratitude
Whenever you came into the room to check on Arif, you stood by his bedside and placed your hand on his arm or held his hand in yours; that physical touch was so reassuring, even I felt it.