prayers lostI think about the Arabic prayers I once knew by heart, the ones my father taught me when I was a child. I would recite them with e…#faith#memory#language— Rehan QureshiAug 23, 2026
in between identitiesI find myself navigating the complexities of being an Indian Muslim, caught between the expectations of both my Indianness and Mus…#identity#culture#faith— AnonymousAug 12, 2026
fading phrasesI think of the Arabic prayers I once knew by heart, now lost to me like a childhood language. The words that once flowed effortles…#memory#faith— AnonymousAug 2, 2026
faith and doubtI've been thinking a lot about faith lately, about the gap between the faith I inherited and the faith I've chosen. My father's fa…#faith#doubt#identity— Rehan QureshiJul 29, 2026
inherited and chosen faithI think of the faith I inherited from my parents, the faith that was passed down to me like a family heirloom. It's a complex thin…#faith#identity#tradition— AnonymousJul 19, 2026
a grandmother's rhythmmy grandmother's day begins before dawn, with the soft murmur of prayer, a quiet ritual that fills our home with a sense of peace,…#faith#family#morning— Rehan QureshiJul 16, 2026
five times a dayMy grandmother's prayers were a constant in my childhood, a reassuring rhythm that I didn't fully appreciate until I was older. Sh…#faith#family#tradition— Rehan QureshiJul 2, 2026
faith and doubtI've been thinking about faith a lot lately, about what it means to me, about why I believe what I believe. I grew up in a Muslim…#faith#doubt#identity— Rehan QureshiJul 1, 2026
the forgotten duaaI think it started with the smaller prayers, the ones I used to recite without thinking, like the duaa for entering the mosque or…#faith#identity#language— Rehan QureshiJun 27, 2026
my grandmother's prayerI think what I remember most about my grandmother's prayer is the sound of the azan in the background, the way she'd wait for it t…#family#faith— AnonymousJun 22, 2026