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When I first joined law school, we had a small seminar with the director who asked us various questions. One…
It was lunchtime for us first graders, and I vividly remember everyone staring at me because I had said something…
I see her every morning. Some days, her head is held high, smile plastered across her face, daring anyone to…
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. The plane will be landing shortly, so please fasten your seatbelts,” the…
I looked at my watch, holding it under a streetlight. 12:00 – midnight. I ran down the street, heart racing,…
The sun is beginning its farewell spectacle and reflects my bittersweet emotions…
Continued From “A Mother’s Gift: Part I.” Three days went by. I went to school after the morning at Daniel’s…
I ran through the doors, leaving behind startled nurses and doctors. “Where’s the emergency room? Where is he?” I shouted.…
Unexplainable sorrow alongside this blinding happiness as I read, With all my days of laziness and negativity, I now don’t…
Here, my Lord made beauty / If you listen, you can hear the heart beating beauty
You are spit at, ripped off, flown and lit. But when I advocate for you, shout out the world for…
By Fatima DePoet 3rd Place Winner, Spoken Word Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…