Ode to Crochet

So those of you who know me know I’ve been cultivating my inner Zaynab during my blogiday. You’ve seen the yarn on the floor, on the couches, in the bed, in Noora’s hair, on my clothes. Yarn was carried in my pockets during walks while crochet hooks took the place of pens in my hair…

The Size of a Mustard Seed Take Two: A Necklace

Mustard seed’s the word. And it’s marked my conversion to fictional literature. But not just any type of literature:  Urban Islamic Fiction courtesy of Miss Umm Juwayriyah a.k.a. Maryam Sullivan. Thank you very much. Jazaha Allahu khair. You know, I hated fiction before. Like detested it. Picking up a contemporary novel in mainstream American bookstores…