Spent the last few days ironing out some glitches because I was hacked.


As someone said to me, ‘I don’t get it. It’s not like you’re CNN or something!’


Got the first indication from a friend and then from, of all places, my Australian publisher!

Not fun, but alhamdu lillah, it’s all part of life on line I guess.

So one week of Ramadan has passed already, as witnessed by the quarter moon drifting across the sky.

It’s meant a real adjustment to my schedule.

Waking up early is nerve wracking for me at the best of times, but try having to wake up at 3:15 a.m. just to make sure you can have breakfast.

Actually it’s not the eating that is that important, it’s more making sure you get that cup of coffee during that small window of opportunity, oh and a big cup of water!

And then of course afterwards I’m far too awake to go back to sleep, so I do my writing. I’m currently wrestling with a character in a novel. Then I was putting up a youtube video book talk/tutorial to help create a resource for educators but I’m starting to wonder if I’m providing enough value.

And yet doing more just isn’t feasible.

And then if it’s Monday to Thursday I’m off to the gym. Get back around 8 a.m. and that’s when I hit the sack.

Sleep till around 1 p.m. and then get up and do my chores. Break fast around 9 pm, have supper and repeat.

Thing about fasting such long days is that you have to do any thinking work while you’ve got carbs in your system. That’s right after suhoor, breakfast, or right after iftaar, supper.

Chores like making supper and cleaning can be done any time.

After a promising beginning, I feel a bit more impatient right now. It’s because I haven’t been focusing enough on spiritual matters.

To rectify that, I began reading the Quran today. It felt so good.

And the tears that flowed were good tears. I think they help wash my soul.

I try to finish the entire Quran in English and as much Arabic as I can, during the month of Ramadan.

It really really recharges me.

Honestly without it, it would feel like I’m just going hungry and thirsty for goodness sakes!

The Iranian lady keeps asking me if I know any storytellers to recommend for the September festival!

Wish I did!

And I wish I knew some stories of Imam Reza, but I don’t.

Busy, busy, busy.

But alhamdu lillah.