I wept on Friday evening when I heard the news of the death of Coach John Wooden. I had seen him the day before at UCLA looking frail and tired after 99 good years—as long and rewarding a life as one could hope. Coach Wooden was ready for a good death, surrounded by family and friends, knowing that he would soon meet his beloved Nellie again, who had passed on some 25 years earlier.

Nikki Haley, front-runner for the Republican nomination in South Carolina governor's race and a convert to Christianity, faces questions and doubts from some evangelical Christians about her religion.

Ayaan Hirsi Ali, the Somali-born former Dutch parliamentarian and fellow at the American Enterprise Institute is clear about one thing: There is no hope for Muslim women who do not renounce their faith.

We are all familiar with the great challenges our nation faces; high unemployment, health care reform, reductions in essential public resources and a long litany of other issues. American Muslims are no different from their neighbors in feeling the effects of the economic downturn and the impact of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.

With its deadly commando raid on a Gaza-bound humanitarian flotilla that left nine civilians dead and dozens injured, Israel once again resembles a self-destructive Goliath to much of the world.

One year ago in Cairo, Barack Obama promised “a new beginning” for America and Islam.

Thousands of Bay Area residents joined forces Saturday in San Francisco to protest the passage of Arizona’s controversial immigration bill, SB 1070.

I'm a heterosexual, Muslim dude who until recently thought pleated khakis and loafers were "hip" and mistook Bergdorf Goodman for an expensive Swiss chocolate. So it is not surprising that 40 minutes into "Sex and the City 2," a 150-minute cotton candy fantasy accessorized with materialism and fashion porn, I was comatose with boredom.

Gil Scott Heron made sure his revolution was not televised in Tel Aviv but some prominent people are broadcasting his message anyway.

Late one evening I was fixated on my laptop screen with several windows open: editing material, dodging Facebook junkies, replying to correspondence and sifting through my inbox. Typical late night multitasking. I came upon one particular email with an audio file attached.