The train slipped through the silent, snowy landscape. Most passengers were either returning home or vacationing. But one, a petite…
By Najet Miah – 3rd Place Winner of the 2019 NY MSA Showdown Competition Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had…
Intisar shut down her laptop, picked up her jacket and tucked a stray wisp of curly brown hair into her…
In my Masjid, the Khateeb mentioned two stories that were very touching and emotional. They were the Tale of Two…
She walked with her legs heavy and her soul down. The air was cold and sharp and stung the inside…
This wasn’t the first time the fisherman had hauled in a once living person, but never before had it been child-sized.
Continued from A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1 “What happened Nana? Did you fall?” I asked between sobs. He nodded at…
HOW COULD SHE DO THIS? I really looked up to her, I can’t believe she would stoop this low. I…
The dark blue fortified a foreign feeling, An enigmatic emotion that was not ready to testify. ‘Twas like ink submerging…
Her face shines brilliantly bright Especially when she preludes the night When the breaths of dawn will soon Show their…
To be awake at this hour, submitting to my Lord / Awake! / To the nourishment of the soul
What if your day had arrived? Imagine if your entire life was a lie. Assess yourself as your sins flash…
