Seven minute talk, just a seven minute talk. No big deal. Salah. Praying five times a day. That’s a good…
I don’t know if you should forgive me. He doesn’t dare say it out loud, but he’s thinking it. He…
This is a rant. This is a rant of a young man angry at the age he lives in. In…
It was for years, everyday, in the land of the sand With their fears, the voice of the people banned…
As Muslim youth, Ramadan rolls around every year, and it means certain things to each of us. For some, it…
I walk into the Masjid and meet two youth (only a year or two younger than me). While waiting for…
When you look up at the night sky these days, in your own city, what do you see? For me,…
“Islam began as something strange, and will revert to being strange as it began. So give glad tidings to the strangers.”
-The Messenger of Allah (may Allah’s peace and blessings be upon him) (narrated by Muslim from Abu Hurayrah)
Are you a stranger? Or are you just an average Joe?
Are you DIFFERENT? Or do you fit in with the crowd just fine?
Below is a poem from spoken word poet Silent-K (Raa’id Khan) on the identity of Muslim youth.