My Journey Here

Leaving my mom at the airport was one of the hardest things I’ve done. In this time, these past few years, she has become like my best friend, a lifeline, and we’ve come to have the mother-daughter relationship that novels and Hallmark movies are built on. We’ve definitely become closer since I became Muslim, but I really noticed it when I moved to Arizona and then when I moved back to Minnesota last year it seemed like our closeness was cemented. Leaving her in the airport was like leaving behind a body part, but I was able to put one foot in front of the other and embark. Its my destiny, you see, to be here. I arrived obscenely early for my flight, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise, but I didn’t know it right away. So the first thing I did was find the prayer room which had no obvious markings, nor dot on the... [read full story]