In anticipation of a new week, I hope this brings a smile to your face with a twinkle in your eye.
April 8th used to be another day on the calendar to me. It was the day after my Grandma’s birthday, but held no other significance — until two years ago.
In 2012, April 8th was Easter, the day my “Cute Little Mama” moved on Home, and my “new normal” began.
My Dad has a healthy perspective to recognize her passing on Easter and not concern himself as much with the exact date. And, really, what better day than Easter? I agree, but my mind and heart hold 2 days since Easter changes annually.
I will not dwell here today on how much I miss her. Instead, in honoring her memory, I will share Part 2 of my list of things I’m thankful for about my mom. (You can read Part 1 here.)
Thank you for:
- being excited about my surprise visits
- raising me to help others
- raising me to notice when others may need help
- teaching me manners and expecting me to use them
- teaching by words and example of how to be a lady
- taking me to the library and encouraging my love of reading
- attending ceremonies for all the important things and making me feel special for what I earned
- celebrating my birthday every year…even in my 30s, offering to order pizza
- being so excited when I told you I was getting married
- helping me choose my wedding gown
- taking me to Girl Scouts and helping me earn my badges
- sewing clothes for me
- giving me your opinion, upon request, knowing I’d probably choose the opposite
- letting me go to Grandma’s for 5 summers in a row, across the ocean and then the U.S.A.
- telling me stories
- being overjoyed of my pregnancy and first holding your grandson
- thinking of us and buying goodies
- Christmas traditions
- telling me you threw Gone with the Wind across the room when you finished it. (That freed me to do the same with a few, too.)
I love you, Mom. ❤
Thorough and thoughtful.
A narrative autobiography that takes the reader on a journey of religious study, questioning, and learning while weaving a story of familial love and the possibility of risking it all for the truth.
Qureshi shares his story of growing up a Muslim, raised in a traditional family with struggles as he became Americanized. He learned and loved the religion of Islam, as that was how he was raised. Upon starting college, he met a Christian who challenged his beliefs in his faith. It wasn’t vindictive but required Qureshi to critically and honestly seek answers. He wanted to know the truth and prayed for God to show him. He reasoned and questioned the main concepts of Islam and Christianity. Which would hold up to critique from an objective, critical review? Which was true with history? He steadfastly believed that Islam would win the contest, and he would be a proud Muslim to show everyone he was right. Upon a few years’ examination through study, questioning, and reasoning, though, his world crumbled.
With so much in the news and a lot of misinformation about Islam and Muslims, I looked forward to reading this narrative to learn more about the Muslim faith and find out how Qureshi made his choice to convert to Christianity. What did he find? How did his choice affect him and his family? I assumed that he was an older man, penning his earlier experiences from 30 years ago, but his learning occurred in college in the early 2000s. This is a crash course of the Muslim faith, with vocabulary and story interlaced so smoothly it was an enjoyable read which also taught me about religion, particularly Islam.
The only change I would have liked was to include footnotes since he references many verses from the Quran and the Bible. A Notes section is found in the back, so I flipped back and forth often.
5 out of 5 stars
Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of this book from Booksneeze.com in exchange for my honest review.