As a Karachi born Canadian Pakistani, my memory of the Azaan is ingrained in early childhood experience. The crackling loud speakers, the daily rituals, all part of a youth gone, but not forgotten.

It dawned on me this Ramadan that I had never heard the Azaan sung with a woman’s voice, and likely never would. Therefore, I decided to undertake the task myself. I do this not out of spite, or to cause anger. I do it out of reverence and respect during this holy time, and to underscore the idea that the limitless love of God includes all, not just some.