Here, at the End of the World, the end of her world, a woman disappeared. She hid in her library, then she slipped through the pages of a book and then she wasn’t there at all.

In Britain, I am one of a handful of female founders and directors – and perhaps the only Muslim one – of private funeral companies catering to people of all faiths.

In no other religion does the concept of beauty play such a crucial role as in Islam.

Five poems by Mustafa Abu Sneineh

How much is a rainforest worth? Not much, apparently. In late 2017, I spent a couple of months of my sabbatical in Malaysian Borneo.

He was a man already in his nineties when I first met him, too old to walk very much unaccompanied. Whenever we were granted audience with him he’d be sat almost motionless atop a heavily padded sofa. Flawlessly smooth skin, piercingly sharp eyes, and lips pursed intentfully. My master was iridescent.