My Home: My Sanctuary of Solitude, Not an ‘Open House’

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَـنِ الرَّحِيمِ Bring to mind the hustling bustling home you grew up in. Someone or the other was always coming or going. Domestic servants would arrive early or mid morn, probably without even knocking, or after knocking repeatedly and very loudly. Relatives, near and distant, would drop in unannounced at any time of … Continue reading My Home: My Sanctuary of Solitude, Not an ‘Open House’