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I don’t want to get caught up in details, but details make me, me It’s an interesting thing when you…
“Right, young lady! Are you ready to listen?” Meg, the midwife, appeared into the room and nodded at the bed. …
January 7th, 4:13 a.m. “What was she saying?” Stumbling and mumbling in the dark, he searched for the door in…
As with any other night, exhaustion overcame me as I got ready for bed. Prayer, eh, it wasn’t exactly something…
Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked…
It was a little while after Fajr. I smiled at the sound of giggles wafting down from the bedroom at…
It was only ever supposed to be a joke, a trick, a meager, selfish brutality that we thought would fade…
By Reem Farhat 1st Place Winner, Creative Writing Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…
You saw me friendly, eyes always crinkled in a smile, even venturing to describe me a rose of society. And…
*20-14* It is summer when we come. The trees are lush and green when we walk in, still licking the…
Musa, You come into this world with a piercing wail, hands raised in tiny fists, and your mother weeps. For…
an uninvited guest settles in the valley of my heart makes a home within my chest and refuses to depart…