Indo-Caribbean women bring to light an issue that used to be confined behind closed doors.
Seeking a panacea from life’s turmoils, immigrants flock to an unassuming Sufi in Brooklyn.
I recall the monkey god’s gaze at the Ganapati Temple and my own impulsive desire to offer him a coconut.
“In the Pakistan I grew up in, women prayed at home. Mosques were the kingdom of men.”
“Surah Rahman and Surah Yasin. Very, very powerful!”