Walking is Good, Too

I got an email the other day asking: do you still run? And write about it? Yes. But in the slog of adulthood, it’s taken a backseat and my writing has stowed itself… Continue reading →

Fasting 5K: Fulfilling Like a 50K

On Saturday, I joined a friend for the Washington D.C. Fasting 5k, a run for charity in Ramadan. When I arrived it felt like the start of a trail marathon. There was a… Continue reading →

The Sanctity of Life

50 killed in Florida Gay Club; Deadliest Mass Shooting in U.S.; Gunman Killed 50; Orlando Gay Nightclub Shooting: 50 killed; Orlando Shooting Killed 50; At Least 50 Killed in Attack on Gay Nightclub… Continue reading →

Muhammad Ali The Servant

“How long is eternity?” Muhammad Ali asked and answered, “Let’s imagine, take the Sahara Desert. There’s a lot of sand on the Sahara Desert. Now imagine, that one grain of sand represents one… Continue reading →

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 →