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When I first saw her, I couldn’t yet perceive That this veiled figure would be the friend of my dreams…
By Najet Miah 3rd Place Winner, Creative Writing Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…
She wakes to the galaxy of Styrofoam forming her popcorn-ceiling and wonders why she can discern the intricacies of it…
The train slipped through the silent, snowy landscape. Most passengers were either returning home or vacationing. But one, a petite…
Continued From “A Mother’s Gift: Part I.” Three days went by. I went to school after the morning at Daniel’s…
I looked at my watch, holding it under a streetlight. 12:00 – midnight. I ran down the street, heart racing,…
I was no longer sure about the time of day. Not a ray of sunlight was apparent to signify the…
He sighed, trudging towards the bathroom. His day had consisted of chai, tables, charts and angry clients. He had come…
What if your day had arrived? Imagine if your entire life was a lie. Assess yourself as your sins flash…
this is a piece about writer’s block. stars are in the sky and there are stars, stars swirling against a…
My heart sat on the window pane: bleaked; stripped; pounding. I reminisced of the stolen happiness sitting on my face.…
A word has been written across her face…A word has been written across her hijab…