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He gently laid the dried petals into the potpourri vase and swirled through them slightly. As the faint fragrance rose…
By Najet Miah 3rd Place Winner, Creative Writing Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…
I ran through the doors, leaving behind startled nurses and doctors. “Where’s the emergency room? Where is he?” I shouted.…
This wasn’t the first time the fisherman had hauled in a once living person, but never before had it been child-sized.
Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’ She was back in the rain- this time with a new…
Continued from Khawlah & the Newbie: Part 1 That’s my cue. Tucking my gum into the corner of my mouth…
09:46 – I wasn’t getting any closer to my destination. I was still on the bus, stuck in traffic. I had…
It’s funny, how we live life fretting over the pettiest things, and not fretting over the important things. For example,…
By an Anonymous Staff Writer I walk not knowing where I am headed, What lies in front of me, what…
There are days when the sun is on a chariot, bursting through the clouds. And I am elevated enough to…
As we leave the Arafat sunset, And ride to Muzdalifa. The whiteness of our ihrams Gleams in the darkness. “Hajj…
The following piece, “With a Soul, I Fly” by Hibbah Haddam, was chosen from a selection of submissions for Expressions:…