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find myself cocooned in warm feelings as conscious awareness stumbles into me and jolts me back into the here and now. It amuses me to find the traces of a smile lingering still on my lips. I look again at my favorite photo on display. A camel with the noblest of heads and the softest of expressions in his gentle eyes is resting his head on the shoulder of his owner and nuzzling the old Arabs cheek.

The Arab is dressed in traditional burnous and headwrap, leaving on display only his bushy… Continue

Please come and celebrate the Holy Prophet's s.a. birthday with us in Glastonbury. We look forward to seeeing



you on this evening of many lights.



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GLASTONBURY MAULID - Glastonbury Sunday 8th March

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A celebration of the Holy Prophet's birthday



Featuring .........

Ottoman Empire Soundsystem ........ performing traditional songs and Arabic… Continue

The book

At last the journey brought us to Lefka and before me were the large blue double doors. Ancient wood crafted to fill the arched frame and above an inscription in graceful Arabic script. The doors were soon to be opened and naturally I wondered what lay beyond. The implacable barrier gave no hint. Dear Zero was with me hissing hasty reminders in my ear of the Adab (manners) I would be expected to demonstrate during my visit to Maulana Shaykh Nazims' home. The doors opened and we… Continue

When I first embraced Islam and Sufism I could not have imagined how it would have enmeshed itself into my life, indeed into my very being. Actually I followed a Pagan path for thirty years Pre my destined meeting with Islam.

My sons have been very upset with my situation, partly because they have no idea of the way Islam works and partly because he finds the idea of sharing a partner totally abhorrent. The younger son will not accept the situation full stop and my Husband is not welcome… Continue

It's finaly here, the day I loose you to Russia. The morning passes in a whirlwind of final checks and one last chance for the man wife stuff. Stethoscope packed check, passport check and so it goes until the bags are loaded and I begin the drive to Heathrow. Despite my wishings and denials the moment has come to kiss you goodbye. We hug we both cry and then part. You take one last backwards glance before you head for the gates. My mind freeze frames the moment and my inner voice tells me to… Continue