WE ALL HEAR and often repeat the words "Islam is a way of life." It is a declaration I did not fully understand until I finally submerged myself in motherhood 18 months ago, shedding the distractions and superficial gratification of a job and post-modernity's parttime social activism. In my case, my job was social activism. It took some years to realize that I was just another cog in the wheel of the very system perpetuating the problems that I thought I was working against. And it took a child to teach me that motherhood, on the other hand-although stripped of all but political fodder value by modernity-is in fact true social activism. Rather, it is better. It is social, family and personal activism wrapped in one.
My motherhood began precariously four years ago. I discovered that the battle to hear and follow my own heart escalated when I intersected with maternity. Burdened with the charge of choosing paths for another life, I found myself so easily steamrolled by convention and all its bullies:
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