Active Freedom

The other day, NPR interviewed me for an upcoming show on running and spirituality. At the end of our conversation, the producer asked a final question, “What do you get from running that… Continue reading

Night Prayers

This Ramadan, for the first time in several years, I attended night prayers daily at the masjid. After years of praying solo or with small groups in makeshift spaces, like the dance studio… Continue reading

Wheel of Ramadan

Today I wrote down my goals for Ramadan. At first, all I could think of was increasing religious acts—I put numbers on verses of the Quran to memorize, chapters to read, and rounds… Continue reading

Surviving Anything Worthwhile

I gave a talk recently called “Surviving The PhD.” I drew a hijabi crossing monkey bars. Before I start, I am ready with open arms, I believe I can accomplish the feat ahead… Continue reading

While I Was Away

When I visit Twitter after a hiatus, the algorithm fills me in on what happened “while you were away.” On MuslimRunner, here is what happened: February: A blizzard erupted halfway through the George… Continue reading

Stairs Suicides

When I was little, my favorite activity in gym class went by the name of Suicides. It took place on a basketball court and involved running back and fourth from one line to… Continue reading

The Miles in Milestones

In the past six months, I wrote and defended my dissertation alhamdullillah. I studied the effect of volunteering on brain health and cognition in older adults, and found that volunteering improves executive functions.… Continue reading

Ramadan Snapshots

On the first day of Ramadan, I get hungry and thirsty. However, that’s not point of fasting. God does not need my hunger or my thirst. Rather, God gives Ramadan to those who… Continue reading

My Ideal Ramadan

“Two minutes left,” we hear, and right hands fly in the air, lifting the last of the day’s liquid to the lips. The gulping of water down throats becomes a familiar sound. Time.… Continue reading

Hijabi Athletic Style

Today, around mile 13 of a 30 mile bike ride, a cardboard sign caught my attention: “Local Strawberries For Sale.” Immediately, I pulled off the course and spent half of my emergency cash… Continue reading