Portrait of a Mother
I am a mother, instead of a picture, multiplication table adorns my kitchen wall. I have 8 arms…
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True Altruism and Unconditional Love
Altruism and love – these are two words that are fast losing meaning in today’s world of violence,…
Bridging the Nano and Macro Worlds: Shadowing and Reemission
Understanding the dynamics involved in the formation and development of physical structures on both atomic and galactic scales…
Our Unique Digital Footprint
The term “footprint” refers in general to traces left or caused by human beings through the consumption of…
Forgiving Dad
For many years, Zainab had been struggling to understand the true meaning of forgiveness. She was especially distressed…
The Spread of Islam
There are several historical reasons for the astounding spread of Islam throughout Arabia and abroad after Muhammad’s death…
Belief and Our Treatment of the Environment
I see… Everywhere I look, I see citizens polluting, communities mistreating and nations exploiting the earth. I watch…
Reflourishing Thoughts
In the course of history, the sequence of events periodically recurs-just like the day alternates with the night-over…
Women
Male-domination is a matter of dispute in every sphere of life as much as it is in language.…
Synthetic life: hype or reality?
1- Synthetic life: hype or reality? Original Article: Gibson, D.G. et al., Science Express (2010). A team of…
Method of Contemplation
Question: There is a saying of the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, to the effect: “One hour…
It’s me Peter, your Immune System!
Peter! Let me tell you a basic, but important thing: in order to create a piece of art,…
Mother Tongue: The Language of Heart and Mind
Today we are all witnessing an aspect of globalization which is the increasing movement of people from one…
In the land of Yooks and Zooks
What you are about to read is a review of a children’s book which had been banned from…
The Realm of Zeal
Everything comes up roses in our sphere, rapture, zeal, and joy… So enraptured that We’re oblivious to spring…