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“That’s the house about a quarter mile straight ahead, and that’s actually their car right there.” I looked to my…
The air is so humid that I can barely breathe. Sweat pours down my body like a river down a…
She walked with her legs heavy and her soul down. The air was cold and sharp and stung the inside…
Her fingers stretched toward the disturbed surface of water. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Then, she…
It was a little while after Fajr. I smiled at the sound of giggles wafting down from the bedroom at…
January 7th, 4:13 a.m. “What was she saying?” Stumbling and mumbling in the dark, he searched for the door in…
Continued from A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1 “What happened Nana? Did you fall?” I asked between sobs. He nodded at…
Written By Fatimah Waseem and Amal K. The minutes ticked by as I sat in the examination room. Pencils scratched…
My heart sat on the window pane: bleaked; stripped; pounding. I reminisced of the stolen happiness sitting on my face.…
Amma always looked up at the ceiling when she laughed.She would close her eyes and open her mouth, stained orange…
Every morning I wake up with a beating heart as a reminder, but do I take heed? How do my…
By Fatima DePoet 3rd Place Winner, Spoken Word Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…