Rendering women voiceless: suffering without lament
I remember the evening well. One of my students had died in a motorcycle accident and I was called to the hospital. I had given her permission to leave after…
read moreI remember the evening well. One of my students had died in a motorcycle accident and I was called to the hospital. I had given her permission to leave after…
read moreMoyra Dale consistently impresses me with her scholarly, thorough understanding of both formal and popular teaching within Islam and this blog is no exception. Moyra’s study and awareness of Middle…
read moreWe had climbed to part of the area that had been devastated by the earthquake. Under a makeshift shelter an old lady sat rocking back and forward. She described the…
read moreI can still remember exactly where I was standing when we received the phone call, on the kitchen side of the arch that separated the kitchen and lounge. It was…
read moreI had returned for a visit to the South Asian city where I had previously worked. Dr Zahra had heard I was there, staying at the guest house, and asked…
read moreI was sitting with my language teacher, reading a piece she had chosen by a Palestinian poet, where he mourned his exile from his country. It was not long since…
read moreThe stories of two women, and what they teach us. At the heart of the Joseph narrative in Genesis (38, 39) we find the stories of an unexpected pair of…
read moreWhat does it mean to be a woman on the refugee trail? It almost sounds like an adventure when we write it like that, the refugee trail. To speak this…
read moreSin is the usual starting point for the message of the good news of God’s love for us all. We quickly go back to the first time humankind broke relationship…
read moreThis poem was written for and read at a vigil for the Rohingya People held in a city in the North of England, October 2018. This Yorkshire city is refuge…
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