chai and gup shup with such lovely friends today – why we love our rochester fam [photo by Shazia Khan]

chai and gup shup with such lovely friends today – why we love our rochester fam [photo by Shazia Khan]


another meeting at where else but @starrynitescafe @rochesterny to talk about ncbi training for young activists who spoke about ‘countering white supremacy: connecting the dots between antisemitism , anti-black racism, and islamophobia’ at the @islamiccenterroc back in june 2009.

coffee and cookies with dinshaw avari at culture expresso, to catch up on life since college.

love the highline in #newyork – such a gorgeous day for a walk.


so we are having breakfast at route 66 in manhattan, and guess who is sitting at a table close by? dinshaw avari! my classmate from college whom i haven’t seen forever. from karachi to new york – a straight line. what are the chances? met his lovely fam. his daughter just started school at columbia.

dropped off the baby back to college last night. today we will walk around nyc.

delicious thai food this weekend and a get together with beautiful friends.

Wesley Morris: Without improvisation, a listener is seduced into the composition of the song itself and not the distorting or deviating elements that noise creates. Particular to black American music is the architecture to create a means by which singers and musicians can be completely free, free in the only way that would have been possible on a plantation: through art, through music — music no one “composed” (because enslaved people were denied literacy), music born of feeling, of play, of exhaustion, of hope.
What you’re hearing in black music is a miracle of sound, an experience that can really happen only once — not just melisma, glissandi, the rasp of a sax, breakbeats or sampling but the mood or inspiration from which those moments arise. The attempt to rerecord it seems, if you think about it, like a fool’s errand. You’re not capturing the arrangement of notes, per se. You’re catching the spirit. More here.
like salt in water,
what else besides God disappears at the altar?
O Kashmir, Armenia once vanished. Words are nothing,
just rumors– like roses– to embellish a slaughter.
[Agha Shahid Ali, A VILLANELLE]
a beautiful couple got married yesterday in a lovely interfaith ceremony – such fun with fam and gorgeous friends #rochesterny



an art show, sonnenberg gardens and mansion, and then lunch at nolan’s with ammi abbu today. all in #canandaigua

at a lovely mehndi organized by a lovely family with the love of my life – pictures by our daughter

excellent discussion about racism, islamophobia and anti-semitism with iraqi students who are here as part of the iraqi young leaders exchange program. such a bright and engaging group of young people from all over iraq. thank u to the brilliant Halima Aweis and Nate Baldo for continuing this important conversation that started at the islamic center of rochester, and thank u Rochester Global Connections for facilitating this meeting.


eid with ammi abbu in toronto where we had the pleasure to get together with family and friends
