In this year's month of Ramadan, which is only a few days away, Muslims in the northern hemisphere will have very long days of fasting. In London it is expected to be around 19 hours of voluntary 'starvation' from food, drink and physical intimacy. This annual month-long fasting is one of the five pillars of Islam aimed to create 'God-consciousness' (taqwa in Arabic) amongst believers.
As you may already be aware I am part of the World Youth Organization, however, I am not just 'part' of it- but one of the CEOs. My partner Maliha Reza is also a CEO of the organisation and we both work tirelessly each day striving to make the World Youth Organization one of the best global youth charities.
I'm an old-school feminist. I joined the workforce a week after my 16th birthday, less than two years after the 1975 Sex Discrimination Act hit the statute books. Although we had an Act of Parliament to say that we couldn't be discriminated against, I'm not sure that everyone believed it. Certainly my dad didn't.
A year ago this week our mum died after she lost her third bout with Lymphoma. Today, in her memory, I set off on a 153-mile charity bike ride with one of my sisters, from the London hospital where mum had life-saving treatment in the 1980s to the Norwich hospital where she was cared for at the end of her life.
My son Sal was slow to walk, he was almost two when in the space of a day he went from crawling to the front door with me in the morning as I left for walk and running full speed at me as I arrived back that evening. As ingrained in us, off we trotted to the children's shoe shop to have his feet measured and to purchase his first pair of shoes.