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It was that time of the year when the school decides to reward attendance with two weeks of exams. An…
By Najet Miah 3rd Place Winner, Creative Writing Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…
It was a beautiful moonlit, starless night. I gazed out of the window and breathed in deeply. It all seemed…
January 7th, 4:13 a.m. “What was she saying?” Stumbling and mumbling in the dark, he searched for the door in…
Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked…
A blank page stared at me from the monitor. Thoughts pounded as they raced to put words together. Twenty-six little…
It’s funny, how we live life fretting over the pettiest things, and not fretting over the important things. For example,…
It was a little while after Fajr. I smiled at the sound of giggles wafting down from the bedroom at…
How I longed to live in those moments that passed. Though stationary I sat, inside I was going fast. For…
I. I walk upon what ceases to remain, Where neither wall nor beam was spared. I walk on broken glass…
Ponder. Light and Darkness. Too often I found myself in the absence of Light.
Queen, Jacks, Hearts, and Spades, My personality fades, In a world where exploitation is the exposition for every living respiration.…