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She sees herself in black and white: No vibrant hues, no trace of life. No shade, no texture, spark of…
In the chilling whispers of the night, Thoughts begin to race, take…
Her pale, slender fingers fly through my hair as she braids it…
My heart is a wreck, Iman equivalent to a speck. I feel…
I wonder if it’s worth it, brushing the dust off an old atlas to show you where I came from.
Sometimes it feels like all is lost. Sometimes it feels like hope is out of reach. Sometimes it feels like…
“Indeed, there is in the body a morsel of flesh, if it is sound and wholesome, then the whole body…
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Hajj… Now that I’m back, my friends ask, “How was it?” Each time, it’s hard to explain. I don’t even…
Praise be to You, For this experience. whisked along with the crowd,surrounded yet secluded, walking, weeping, worshipping,you called and I came.…
How does it affect us in the long-term when we see online pictures of injustice and suffering?