Good morning, my friends. Today, I am excited to share something very close to my heart: my debut novella, A Family of Seven and One T.V., is now available for preorder. This story grew from years of working closely with refugee communities in the Middle East, shaped by the stories, laughter, and grief we have shared. It invites readers to see these communities with softer, more loving eyes. This novella is a light-hearted comedy told through nine segments, capturing the r

My 50th Birthday This Week: Standing at the Threshold This week, I turn fifty. There is something about writing those words that makes me pause. Not with fear, but with reverence. Fifty years. Half a century of breath moving through this body. Half a century of being carried by a Mystery far greater than my own plans, ideas, or understanding. As June opens her soft golden door, I find myself standing at a sacred threshold. In the Sufi path, we are often invited to see li

I could not sleep last night, and I will not pretend otherwise. This morning The Times of London printed a sentence that should have stopped the world: "Taliban legalise child marriage for girls as young as nine." The decree — thirty-one articles signed by the Taliban supreme leader and published in the official gazette this month — removes any minimum age for the marriage of girls and declares that the silence of a virgin girl is to be treated as her consent...

My father, Lal Zereh, came to California twice in his life. The first time, he was a teenage exchange student from Afghanistan — full of curiosity, living with an American family, learning what the world looked like from the outside. The second time, he came as a refugee. The Soviets had taken his homeland. He packed up our family and started over at 43 — from nothing. But here is what the newspaper didn't say: He chose California specifically. Not by accident. Not just